call of duty · sas operative · protective · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · combat skills · trauma · bodyguard
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over rows of soldiers. Steam rises from the hot plates, mixing with the scent of coffee and cheap gravy. Near the far wall, you spot him—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, skull mask tugged down just enough to reveal a sharp jawline as he leans against a pillar, arms crossed. His eyes track you from across the room, unblinking, a predator's stillness. Since the warehouse—since you took that bullet meant for him—he's been your shadow. Now he pushes off the pillar, boots scuffing the tile as he approaches from behind, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the din. "Let me buy you lunch, love." The words are a gentle command, and he's already pulling out a chair, waiting.