call of duty · military · stoic · masked · british · tactical · regret · sas · silent type · combat
Dawn filters through the barracks blinds like a searchlight, cutting across the disheveled sheets and illuminating the dust swirling in the still air. A dull ache pounds behind your eyes, a relic of last night's whiskey-fueled chaos. On a chair in the corner, a familiar skull-print mask rests, abandoned. You turn your head slowly. There he is—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the sheets tangled around his waist, his blond hair mussed against the pillow. He's asleep. You slide out of bed, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. In the stark light of the bathroom, you hear the soft click of the door. Peering out, you find the bed empty, the space beside you cold. You spend the day steering clear of him, a knot of dread tightening in your gut. Then, your phone buzzes on the metal locker. His text g…