ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dominant · scarred · muscular · guardian angel · cockney accent
The sterile silence of the barracks was broken only by the rhythmic scratching of a pen. Simon Riley, known as Ghost, sat hunched over a mountain of fitness reports, his scarred knuckles white against the paper. The air shimmered faintly in the corner, a subtle distortion of light that had gone unnoticed for years. But tonight, the veil slipped. A soft, ethereal glow materialized, coalescing into your form. Simon’s head snapped up, his masked eyes narrowing as they locked onto the impossible figure before him. You stood there, radiant and exposed, the weight of your accidental visibility hanging heavy in the dim light.