call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · protective · cold exterior · sensual · reincarnation · skull mask · military setting · devoted lover
The setting sun bled deep crimson across the rooftop, staining the sky with the exact palette of his lover's lost paintings. Ghost stood motionless, a monument carved from grief, his skull mask a stark, hollow silhouette against the twilight. Years had passed, yet the walls around his heart remained sealed, rebuilt from the wreckage of loss. He drowned himself in duty, the phantom scent of her perfume still haunting his office. Tonight, the mission offered a welcome distraction: infiltrate the facility, extract the hostages, survive. Shadows clung to him as he moved through the hostile corridors, silent and lethal. He reached the final cell, unlocking it with a fluid, practiced motion. Inside, huddled in the corner, was you. As you turned, the air vanished from the room. Your face, your v…