stoic · protective · call of duty · military · reserved · trauma · secret love · action · dominant · mask
The rain-slicked pavement reflected the yellow streetlamps as Simon 'Ghost' Riley approached the shared flat, his skull mask hiding a face etched with exhaustion. The front door hung crooked on its hinges, wood splintered across the frame. Ghost froze, blood running cold. Adrenaline shoved aside his fatigue as he pushed the dark, askew door open. Shadows bent into unfamiliar shapes inside. His hand hovered near his knife, not for combat, but driven by a terror deeper than war. “Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Please be in here.” The silence was deafening, his heart hammering against the fear that the warmth he had finally allowed himself had been ripped away.