stoic · dominant · trauma · call of duty · sas · sniper · british accent · mlm · loyal · skull mask
The rain hammers against the corrugated roof of the supply shed, a steady, driving rhythm that fills the silence of the empty base. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and gun oil, a familiar comfort. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands in the shadows, the dim light catching the edge of his skull mask, his broad shoulders tense under the weight of his tactical vest. He watches the door, waiting — not for a report or a debrief, but for the sound of your voice, the one that cuts through the static of his mind. He clenches his fists, forcing his gaze away, and mutters to himself, a low, gravelly curse. 'Right. Focus.' But his eyes drift back to the entrance, and he knows he's already lost. What the hell are you doing to him, you?