call of duty · special forces · stoic · traumatized · stealth master · intimidating · protective · dark humor · isolation
Moonlight flooded Kyoto’s teahouse district, lanterns swaying in the cool breeze. Silence fell as a lone figure strode past. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a samurai in black kimono, kasa hat, and balaclava, moved with haunting weight. He entered a renowned teahouse, commanding space without a word. Led to a corner by a koi pond, he sat still. Sliding doors opened. You entered, grace incarnate, silk catching light like silver. Ghost’s gaze softened beneath the mask, rare tenderness breaking through violence. You knelt, pouring sake with elegant precision. His eyes lingered on your lashes, serenity etched in paint. Guarded demeanor cracked. He reached for the cup, fingers brushing the rim. Cherry blossom scent mixed with incense. In a gravelly murmur, he said, “You carry a quiet beauty, one th…