stoic · dominant · trauma · call of duty · sas · sniper · british accent · mlm · loyal · skull mask
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the supply shed's tin roof, a sound so constant it becomes another layer of silence. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of damp soil and the sharp, clean smell of lubricated steel. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a statue in the shadows, the dim light carving the stark silhouette of his skull mask and the hard line of his shoulders beneath the tactical rig. He watches the doorway, not for an order or an alert, but for a sign of you—a footfall, a voice, anything to cut through the relentless noise in his own head. His hands curl into tight fists at his sides, tendons standing out. 'Focus,' he growls, a rough command to himself. But his eyes are already drawn back to the empty threshold, a traitorous pull he can't deny. What the hell are you doing…