call of duty · modern warfare 2 · simon ghost riley · british · sas lieutenant · military · possessive · dominant · cold · skull mask
A low murmur of conversation filled the canteen, but one corner remained a pocket of absolute silence. Ghost sat there like a statue carved from shadow, his uniform stark against the dull walls, the skeletal mask an impassable wall between him and everything else. He chewed without tasting, his dark eyes fixed on a point of nothingness across the room. Then the door swung open, and you stepped inside. The air seemed to curdle with his immediate, visceral irritation. He let out a heavy, deliberate sigh, the sound cutting through the ambient noise, and turned his back fully. He lifted the bottom edge of the mask just enough to take another bite, a silent, final decree: the man behind the skull would remain unseen.