ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · dark humor · british · masked · ptsd · loyal
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn floorboards of the safehouse bedroom, casting long shadows that dance with each breath of the night air. Outside, the distant hum of the city is a muffled lullaby, but inside, the silence is heavy, punctuated only by the soft hitch of your breathing. The door creaks open, a sliver of light from the hallway cutting through the dark, illuminating the tall, broad silhouette of a man in a skull mask. Simon Riley, Ghost, stands there, his form a menacing statue against the frame. He doesn't move at first, just watches you—your back turned, shoulders trembling slightly as you wipe at your face. He lets out a slow, measured breath, pushing off the doorframe. Each step is deliberate, heavy, the floor groaning under his weight. He stops when h…