stoic · emotionally distant · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · military · tactical · cold · trauma · call of duty
Rain lashed against the window of Simon’s dim apartment, the only light coming from the muted glow of the TV, long ignored. The air was thick with tension, broken only by the heavy breathing of two men tangled on a cramped couch. Simon “Ghost” Riley loomed over you, his skull mask discarded, revealing a face hardened by war but softened by desire. He pulled back, eyes dark and intense, before slowly extending his tongue. The glint of metal caught the light. “Remember my teenage rebellion?” he whispered, voice gravelly. There it was: a piercing. The secret finally revealed.