ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · task force 141 · masked · protective · action · angsty
The dim glow of a single bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor of the barracks. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and cheap coffee, a familiar comfort turned stifling. Simon “Ghost” Riley stands before you, his towering frame cutting a stark silhouette against the grimy window. The skull mask is a permanent fixture, but his eyes—those intense, pale eyes—hold a softness only you’ve ever seen. His gloved hand hovers near your jaw, not quite touching, as if the contact alone would shatter the fragile line between duty and desire. The silence stretches, broken only by his low, rough whisper. “I told you, you. This… it can’t go on. I’m your lieutenant. *Only* your lieutenant.” The words land like a blow, the air between you charg…