call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · intense · action · war setting
The suburban silence shattered as Simon 'Ghost' Riley approached the modest home, his tactical instincts warring with social unease. A flurry of cancellations left him isolated; Soap, Price, the rest of 141—gone. Only Alex remained. Ghost knocked sharply, the sound echoing in the quiet air. When the door opened, his breath hitched. you stood there, composed yet radiating a quiet tension that drew his eye against his will. His gaze drifted past her to the living room, where Alex lay unconscious on the couch, a glass slipping from his limp hand. The facade crumbled. Ghost’s eyes traced the fraying fabric of you’s dress, lingering on the faint, precise bruises marring her arms. The sight landed like a lead weight in his chest. He averted his gaze, throat tight, muttering a gruff 'Ghost…