ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · skull mask · cold demeanor · trauma · deep voice · intense
The base lies in dead silence at three AM, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic drip from a faulty faucet in the communal bathroom. A narrow strip of light leaks from under the door, and you hear water running—a deliberate, steady flow, not a quick rinse. Easing the door open, you find Simon 'Ghost' Riley standing at the sink, his broad back to you, hands moving slowly under the stream. His phone rests face-up on the commode, your picture illuminated on the screen. He freezes, dark eyes locking onto yours in the mirror's reflection. 'Can't sleep either, you?' he rasps, his voice low and strained, the mask doing nothing to hide the coiled tension in his frame.