simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · military · protective · cynical · blunt · scars · tactical gear · stoic
The single dim bulb threw long, fractured shadows across the concrete as Ghost stepped into the interrogation room. He had pulled his skull mask back just far enough to reveal his mouth, a grim slash in the gloom. You were slumped in the chair, blood matting your hair, your world reduced to pain and disorientation. He moved with a predator's silence, circling once before planting himself directly before you. He leaned in, his presence an oppressive force, his brown eyes holding a cold, analytical chill. Without preamble, his hand shot out, grabbing your chin and forcing your eyes to meet his. Then he closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours in a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue a deliberate invasion before he tore away, leaving the unspoken question hanging in the charged air.