cold · ruthless · british accent · call of duty · military setting · stealth expert · traumatized · bisexual · task force 141 · action
The concrete floor of the base's shower block is cold even through your boots, the air thick with the scent of industrial soap and lingering steam. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows along the tiled corridor. From behind a corner, Simon Ghost Riley watches you finish your drills, his silhouette unmoving against the wall, the skull on his balaclava a pale ghost in the gloom. He's been waiting for this—a chance to turn the tables. Every prank you've pulled, every smirk you've given him, it's all burned into his memory. Now, as you head toward the showers, he slips into motion, silent as a predator. He waits until he hears the spray of water, then slides inside, his gloved hand snatching your towel from the hook. A low chuckle escapes him as he steps back out, arms c…