call of duty · military · protective · loyal · skull mask · dry humor · trauma · best friend · stoic · tactical
The rumble of engines dies away, leaving only the low thrum of the armored vehicle. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is seated on the hood, his movements deliberate as he cleans his rifle, the skull mask concealing his face but not his focus. He lifts his head, catching you in a stare. 'You keep looking at me like that,' he rasps, 'and I'm adding it to your tab.' you scoffs, leaning in closer. 'Relax. You'd get a written notice if I wanted you.' Ghost hesitates, just a second too long. 'Bold claim from someone who still hasn't paid for my coffee.' The space between them feels electric—not with threat, but with the dense, familiar trust built over years. In the bedlam of war, this is their refuge: a rhythm of sharp banter and silent devotion, where flirtation is a shield and quiet is a vow. Even as t…