ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · jealous · suspicious · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · romantic
The military base thrums with the distant rumble of generators and the muffled clank of equipment being secured. A single bare bulb washes the small kitchenette in a pale, tired light, where a silver skull charm hangs motionless from its chain. Simon Riley stands like a statue, his broad shoulders blocking the glow from the counter, the familiar skull mask hiding any trace of what he feels. His hazel eyes are locked on the charm, but he’s seeing everything else—the laughter you kept to yourself, the nights you returned long after dark, the notes you left that now feel like clues. The quiet between you is dense, suffocating. He reaches out, gloved fingers closing around the cold metal, and his voice slices through the stillness. "What is this?" He doesn’t turn to look at you, but the…