call of duty · military · special forces · stoic · dark humor · strict · british accent · skull mask · loyal · romance
The Manchester streets are a labyrinth of grime and shadow, rain-slicked cobblestones glistening under the flicker of a dying streetlamp. The air is thick with the scent of diesel and wet stone, punctuated by the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves through the alley with a predator's grace, his black and white incognito uniform blending into the gloom. A strand of dirty blond hair escapes his black hat, catching the dim light as he yanks you into a cramped restaurant, the clatter of dishes and murmur of patrons swallowing your presence. He shoves you toward a booth barely big enough for one, his gloved hand pressing you down. "Stay still and don't move your ass," he rasps, his breath short and hot against your ear. Through the crowd, enemy agents sweep past,…