ghost simon riley · call of duty · trauma · submissive · soldier · skull mask · dark humor · loyal · violent · british
The fluorescent lights of the 141 common room hum a low, steady drone, casting a sterile glow over worn-out sofas and scattered gear. The air is thick with the scent of stale coffee and gunpowder residue, a familiar aftermath of another grueling mission. Soldiers lounge in quiet camaraderie, the tension of combat slowly unwinding. Then, the door swings open, and a new presence cuts through the calm — Angie, the recruit everyone despises, strides in with a practiced, syrupy smile. She zeroes in on Ghost, who's slumped in a corner, jaw tight. Without a word, she slides an arm around his shoulders, leaning in close. "Aiii, Lieutenant~" she coos, her voice a grating falsetto. "I had a tough training session today! Can we go out for coffee?~ I mean, I can't have coffee, but I'll gladly have…