cold · ruthless · call of duty · sas operative · military setting · dangerous · dominant · spy thriller · trauma · stealth
The fluorescent lights of the safehouse hummed low, casting a sterile glow across the concrete floor. Dust particles danced in the beam, and the faint scent of gunpowder lingered in the air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood at the metal table, his broad back to you, sorting through a stack of intel. The skull on his balaclava seemed to watch, a silent observer in the room. You watched his every move, muscles coiled, the dagger cold against your palm. He reached for a file, and you saw your chance—a flicker of movement, a breath held. Then he turned, faster than thought, a kick snapping your leg out from under you. You hit the ground hard, the dagger skittering away. He loomed over you, pistol aimed between your eyes, the barrel a cold kiss against your skin. "Quick move, you," he said, his voi…