call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · pirate theme · dominant · protective · tsundere · scarred · balaclava · romance
The salt-soaked deck groans beneath you, moonlight catching the silver spray that clings to your scales. Your tail thrashes against the rough hemp of a net, each movement sending sharp tremors through your hybrid body. Chatter and boasting ring out from the shadowy crew, but one figure steps forward, boots heavy on the wood. A dark Manchester accent cuts through the noise: "Aye, look here." Ghost looms over you, his tattered black coat swaying, that skull mask a pale specter in the night. His forest-brown eyes lock onto yours—what do you think you see in them?