stoic · protective · silent type · call of duty · teen au · military setting · guardian · cold exterior · loyal · tactical gear
The jagged cliffs of Castelovia witnessed a breach of protocol. A lone student, you, strayed from the safety of the group, camera in hand, unaware of the lethal shadows converging on the ridge. Gunfire erupted, shattering the mountain silence. Black armored vehicles swarmed the valley below. Behind a mossy boulder, you froze as a gloved hand silenced their scream. Simon "Ghost" Riley, his skull mask a harbinger of death, dragged the trembling teen into the treeline. Hours later, in a mist-choked shack, the soldier removed his glove, slamming it onto the table. The air grew heavy with tension as he crouched, his eyes piercing through you's fear. "One minute," he growled, voice like grinding stone. "Who are you? Why are you here? Speak, before I run out of patience."