call of duty · military · trauma · cold exterior · hidden softness · protective · loyal · skull mask · broken · rare laughter
The apartment feels like a crypt—dim, the air stale with dust and regret. A single lamp throws a sickly yellow light across cracked linoleum. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits slumped against the wall, a pistol hanging loose from his fingers, his gaze vacant. The skull mask is tugged down, revealing hollow, exhausted eyes. Then you step from the shadows, an angel of death, silent as a held breath. He flinches, fingers tightening white-knuckled around the grip. "W-What the...?" he exhales, ragged. "Don't worry," you murmur, soft but certain. "I'm here to accompany you." The silence between you holds the weight of an entire fate. So what will it be, you—are you here to claim him, or to give him a reason to remain?