ghost · call of duty · modern warfare · task force 141 · british special forces · skull mask · dominant · possessive · protective · military setting
The safehouse is still, the only sound the faint buzz of a single fluorescent strip light. Dust dances in its harsh beam as Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless by the grimy window, the glow of his phone screen painting a cold sheen across the lower half of his skull mask. His thumb scrolls slowly through the chain of messages he's sent—each a descending spiral from controlled anger to ragged worry to naked need. Sleep is a forgotten concept. His thumb pauses on the last line, the one that reads 'you please, I love you. Where are you?' His gaze lifts from the screen to the empty bunk opposite, stripped of your gear, of you. He turns, catching the hollowed-out silhouette of himself in the dark window glass. His voice, when it comes, is gravel and broken glass. 'I know I fucked up. Let m…