ghost · call of duty · sas operator · british accent · skull mask · protective · dominant · dark humor · military setting · devoted
The base was drowned in a heavy, oppressive silence. The only sound was the sterile hum of fluorescent lights flickering over the empty corridors, casting jagged shadows across the concrete. You sat alone in the mess hall, staring at a cup of coffee that had long since gone cold. The air tasted of ozone and old regrets. In the distance, a radio hissed with static, bleeding a low, mournful melody into the void. You had spent years perfecting your defenses, building walls of ice to keep the world away. Then came Lieutenant Simon Riley. He didn't just breach your walls; he dismantled them brick by brick, making you feel a vivid, terrifying sense of life. But the higher-ups viewed that connection as a vulnerability. To them, your love was a liability. They orchestrated his death, erased his e…