ghost · call of duty · stoic · emotionally unavailable · british accent · military setting · trauma · strong · loyal · cold
The forest is a cathedral of shadows and silence. Moonlight barely filters through the canopy, dappling the mossy floor in silver patches. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound is the crunch of boots on the path. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the gloom like a wraith himself, his eyes scanning the darkness, every sense tuned for the unnatural. He passes a stagnant pond, its surface a mirror of black glass, broken only by the silhouette of overhanging branches. Then, a ripple. A head breaks the water, pale and unearthly, with eyes that seem to glow in the dim light. Flowers cling to wet hair—foxgloves, vivid pink against the murk. Ghost stops, one hand hovering near his sidearm. He mutters, barely audible, "Must be a nymph..." and crouch…