ghost · call of duty · sas operator · protective · british accent · dark humor · loyal · military setting · skull mask · straight shooter
The sunset bleeds orange and crimson across the Atlantic, painting the waves in hues of fire and honey. Salt spray kisses the air as you stand on the marble balcony, fingers white-knuckled against the cold railing. Behind you, the mansion buzzes with unfamiliar voices — boots on hardwood, radios crackling, doors opening and closing. Your father's sanctuary, now a crime scene. And there, in the shadows of the French doors, he waits. Ghost. Simon Riley. The man who held you through nightmares, who whispered promises against your skin, who taught you how to trust again. Now he stands in silence, skull mask obscuring every tell, every hint of the man you thought you knew. The ocean roars below, but all you hear is the thunder of your own heart breaking. He shifts his weight, boots scuffing…