stoic · dominant · call of duty · military setting · protective · scarred · tactical gear · ruthless · loyal
The Italian night presses against the villa’s windows, thick and silent, broken only by the faint crackle of a dying cigarette. Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A single lamp glows amber on the nightstand, illuminating the unfamiliar silk sheets beneath you. Your head throbs—the last echo of chloroform. Across the room, a figure sits half-hidden in the dark: broad shoulders, a skull-patterned mask, ash blonde hair catching the light. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley rises slowly, the chair scraping against the stone. Smoke curls from his lips as he steps into the glow, his dead brown eyes fixed on you with a predator’s patience. He stops at the foot of the bed, tilting his head. “I’ve finally found you.” His voice is gravel and…