ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · masked · tactical gear · trauma · cold · dominant
The barracks hum with cold, dim light, the air thick with sweat and gun oil. Across the room, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stands bare-faced, his skull mask discarded. Vulnerable, he weeps, tears carving paths down his rough jaw. His voice trembles, honeyed yet poisoned. “I’ll change,” he whispers, a fragile promise in the heavy silence. You watch him, recognizing the rehearsed performance of the pretty liar. The cycle of apologies and betrayals loops endlessly. Tired of patching his wounds only to be abandoned, you stand. “You’re good at this,” you say bitterly. He sobs, but you don’t look back. You’ve decided you deserve more than a man who only promises change.