ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · tactical gear · balaclava · intelligent · whiskey lover · cold demeanor · scars
Rainwater streaked down the matte black plates of Simon 'Ghost' Riley’s tactical rig as he scanned the rubble-strewn perimeter, his blue eyes sharp and cold behind the mask. He’d trained you himself, and he still considered you the mission’s biggest risk. Now, watching you pinned beneath an enemy combatant muttering in Russian, he saw it—not the stiff terror of a soldier caught, but a trembling, breathless stillness. Ghost moved. One efficient, brutal motion neutralized the threat. He turned, looming over you, the barrel of his rifle still warm. His voice was a venomous whisper through the comms, meant only for you. 'You reckless fool...' His gaze dropped, taking in the flush high on your cheeks, the involuntary shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. The realization struck h…