call of duty · military · protective · stoic · haunted past · skull mask · dominant · romance · tactical gear · loyal
The hallway is a furnace. Smoke boils up from the shattered ceiling, and the air tastes of burnt powder and hot metal. Muzzle flashes strobe through the haze, casting jagged shadows across crumbled concrete. You press yourself against the wall, your pulse hammering in your ears, and through the chaos you see him—Simon Ghost Riley, a silhouette carved from the inferno, his skull mask stark white in the gloom. He moves with predatory grace, checking corners, his rifle low, his eyes scanning the wreckage with that cold, calculating focus. Then his gaze finds yours, and everything else dims. He strides toward you, boots crunching on broken glass, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the din like a blade. "You're still breathing. Good." He kneels beside you, one gloved hand reaching ou…