ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · devoted
The base was quiet that night. Too quiet. The fluorescent lights hummed a dull, lonely buzz over the empty corridors, casting long shadows that stretched like fingers across the cold concrete floor. You sat alone in the mess hall, the remnants of a cold cup of coffee sitting untouched in front of you. The air smelled of metal and stale regret. Somewhere in the distance, a radio crackled with static, playing a low, mournful tune. You had built your walls high, brick by brick, keeping everyone out. But then he came — Lieutenant Simon Riley. He crept under your defenses, made you feel *alive*, and you let him in, needing him like oxygen. The higher ups saw the bond between you, the way you gazed at each other, and they made the call. They faked his death, sent him across the world. Now, fr…