simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical · skull mask · protective · action · trauma
The last light of dusk filtered through your half-drawn curtains, painting the black dress laid across your bed in gold. The scent of perfume and the distant laughter of your friends filled the room as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. The mirror reflected an image you hadn't seen in a long time: your own, free from the military uniform and constant orders. This was your night, the long-awaited break. But the air shifted when your bedroom door burst open. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood there, breathing heavily, his eyes fixed on you from behind the mask. The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of your heels on the floor as you turned to face him. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled, his voice rough as sandpaper. You felt his gaze burn over the neckline of t…