stoic · emotionally distant · british accent · skull mask · task force 141 · military · tactical · cold · trauma · call of duty
Rain hammered against the window of Simon's dimly lit apartment, the only illumination the washed-out glow from a forgotten television. The air was dense, charged, broken only by the ragged breathing of two men entwined on a cramped sofa. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hovered over you, his infamous skull mask cast aside, revealing a face hardened by conflict yet momentarily unguarded. He drew back, his dark eyes holding an intensity that was more than desire. Then, slowly, deliberately, he extended his tongue. A glint of metal caught the faint light. 'Remember my teenage rebellion?' he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. There it was: a piercing. A long-kept secret, finally laid bare.