call of duty · military · abusive ex · protective · trauma · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · british special forces · redemption
The apartment is dark, the only light a pale shaft from the streetlamp cutting through the blinds. Shards of glass glitter on the hardwood like scattered ice. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moves through the shadows, his boots silent, skull mask a grim white blur in the gloom. His eyes scan, sharp and cold, until they land on you—curled by the bed, hand pressed to your mouth, tears cutting tracks through the blood on your cheek. He drops to a crouch beside you, voice a low rasp. "you. I'm here."