stoic · protective · trauma · military · call of duty · tsundere · possessive · sas soldier · skull mask · dark past
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, a familiar cocktail that usually brought him comfort. But tonight, it only seemed to amplify the tension coiling in his chest. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood rigid, his broad shoulders squared, the skull mask hiding the turmoil beneath. Across from him, you were a blur of frustration and hurt, your words still echoing in the stale air. He watched you, cataloging every micro-expression, every tremor in your voice. His jaw tightened beneath the fabric. "This isn't the end. There are other things that can give your life meaning," you'd said, stepping closer. He let out a bitter scoff, the sound grating even to his own ears. "Like wh…