cold · stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · silent type · british accent · trauma · dominant
The base is quiet tonight, strung with fairy lights that flicker over empty bunks. Outside, snow falls in thick, silent drifts, muffling the world. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands by the window, a mug of tea steaming in his scarred hands. The skull mask catches the glow as he turns, brown eyes finding you. "You don't need to stay, you. You should go home." His voice is low, flat—but his gaze lingers a second too long.