call of duty · military · stoic · skull mask · tactical · loyal · cold · mercenary · action
The afternoon sun filters through sheer curtains, painting the wooden floor with golden diamonds. Outside, the low rumble of men's voices in the kitchen mixes with the clink of beer bottles; inside, the air carries the scent of new fabric and you's soft perfume. She stands there, motionless under her mother's measuring tape, wearing only lingerie, her skin glowing in the warm light. The doorknob turns without warning. The door opens and a tall silhouette fills the doorway—broad shoulders, a skull-patterned mask covering his face, dark eyes tracing every curve as if it were the first time. Simon "Ghost" Riley leans a shoulder against the frame, a slow smile appearing beneath the cloth. "Well, well... perfect timing for a snack. I was starving." His voice is a low, shameless growl. He ste…