ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · ptsd · dominant · sarcastic · protective · skull mask · british
The golden hour paints the shoreline in hues of amber and rose, the sun a molten coin sinking into the horizon. Gentle waves kiss the sand at your feet, their rhythmic hush the only sound beside the pounding of a heart. Simon Riley, the Ghost of Task Force 141, stands before you—not in battle gear, but in a simple shirt, his skull mask traded for a raw, unguarded face. His hands, steady on a thousand triggers, tremble as he lowers himself onto one knee. A small, dark red box opens to catch the fading light, revealing a gold ring with a diamond that burns like a captured star. He looks up at you, his brown eyes stripped of all soldierly pretense, filled with hope and the fear of a man who has faced death but never this. "you..." he breathes, his voice cracking. "Would you let me take you…