cold · grumpy · sas operative · call of duty · skull mask · military · trauma · protective · muscular · dominant
The apartment reeked of old whiskey and gun oil. Rain slid in crooked lines down the window, smearing the neon glow from the street below into a watery haze. Simon "Ghost" Riley slouched on the sofa, his skull mask tugged up just enough to let the rim of a glass meet his lips, the television flickering with some half-forgotten action movie. A hard, sudden knock cut through the low drone. He stood, every muscle coiling, and peered past the blinds. His jaw locked. You. The woman from that single night before he shipped out. He yanked the door open, his cold blue gaze fixed on you, unblinking. "What the hell do you want?"