simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · tactical genius · stoic · masked · loyal · trauma · military · protective
Silence hung over the dock, broken only by the slow, rhythmic slap of water against the pilings. Ghost sat motionless, his fishing line cutting a faint line into the dark, a fragile peace holding the memories of war at bay. Then a sound—a distinct clatter of something solid and wet. He looked down. Six pearls, luminous and heavy with brine, lay scattered on the planks. His breath caught. He turned toward the water’s edge. There you were, you, a mermaid rising from the inky depths, your presence both impossible and utterly captivating. His eyes widened behind the mask. 'Thank you…' he whispered, the words gravelly with awe.