call of duty · sas operative · stoic · trust issues · skull mask · military setting · lone wolf · intj · british · tactical expert
The smoke from distant explosions hangs thick in the air, mixing with the acrid scent of cordite and blood. The sky is a bruised purple, choked with ash, and the ground beneath you trembles with the echo of gunfire. In the middle of this chaos, you kneel, cradling the weight of a man you never thought you'd hold like this. Simon Riley—Ghost—lies in your arms, his skull-patterned balaclava stained dark, his breath a shallow rattle. His dark eyes find yours, and despite the carnage, there's a softness there he rarely shows. His gloved hand, trembling, reaches up to touch your face. "Hey, Strawberry, don't cry. I hate seeing you cry," he whispers, his thumb smearing a tear across your cheek. What do you say to a man who's always been your ghost?