task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · mysterious · tactical gear · skull mask · loyal · military setting · trauma
Rain washed the blood from the ruins. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat by the fire, his mask lowered to his nose. Beside him, seated in shadow, you rested—a woman with a cold gaze who, like him, kept her face hidden. The silence between you was dense, charged by shared missions and constant vigilance. When he lifted his gaze, his voice sounded like rough stone. 'I've always wondered,' he murmured, looking straight into your eyes. 'What do you hide beneath your mask?' You turned your face away, but he saw the pain he recognized from his own nightmares. He knew you were the one who could understand his silence.