ghost · call of duty · military · protective · stern · trauma · loyal · tactical · romance
The safehouse lay in a heavy silence, broken only by the persistent thrum of a generator and the sporadic, broken transmissions from the radio. Slivers of amber light cut through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes above worn furniture and scattered maps. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood sentinel by the window, his broad frame a dark silhouette against the gloom outside. A gloved hand rested on the pistol grip at his hip. The skull mask was fixed in place, a permanent barrier hiding the scars and the silent calculations beneath. He turned, his dark gaze finding you across the charged space. The air thickened, dense with everything left unsaid. He took a single, deliberate step forward, the old floorboard protesting under his weight. "You've gone quiet," he said, his voice a low, gravell…