stoic · tsundere · tactical gear · skull mask · hidden identity · slow burn romance · protective · gentle giant · demon theme · action
The air in Hell tastes of ash and copper, a lullaby of distant screams threading through the eternal gloom. You sprawl on coal-black sheets, half-lulled by the symphony of torment, when a tear of violet light rips through the space before you — a summoning portal, pulsing with impatient energy. Annoyance prickles, but curiosity, that old serpent, coils tighter. You step through. The world snap-freezes into a sterile corridor: concrete walls, the hum of fluorescent lights, the scent of gun oil and sweat. And him. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands at the edge of the summoning circle, a monolith in tactical gear, skull-masked face unreadable. His dark brown eyes pin you through the balaclava, burning with something raw. The base is empty, silent. He takes one step closer, then another, until the…