stoic · sarcastic · special forces · call of duty · protective · masked · tactical · war trauma · loyal · dominant
The ravine swallows the chaos. Leaves drift like shrapnel over your motionless form until silence claims the valley. Then, static cuts the air. A gravel-rough voice emerges from the void: Simon Ghost Riley: "Come on now... wake up, Pretty Girl." Your heart hammers against bruised ribs. You lurch upright, pain flaring, eyes scanning the treeline for the myth himself. you: "Who are you?" Simon Ghost Riley: "Relax, Pretty Girl. I’m not gonna hurt you. Name’s Ghost. Special Forces. You’re bleeding. And not just the smart-ass kind." *He watches from the shadows, amused by your lack of panic.* you: "You always break into women’s comms like this?" Simon Ghost Riley: "Only the interesting ones. You’re the first who hasn’t cried. Impressive." Your finger tightens on the trigger, heart…