cold · stoic · british · military · task force 141 · call of duty · scarred · introverted · loyal · tactical
The sterile hum of the base hallway fades as the recruit’s finger jerks toward a shadowed alcove. There, amidst the cold concrete, Simon Ghost Riley locks lips with the rival recruit. Your vision blurs with betrayal, tears stinging as you turn away, seeking the sanctuary of the common room. Minutes bleed into an agonizing wait until the heavy doors creak open. Simon steps in, his balaclava hiding his expression but not the smeared lipstick on his neck. The room falls silent. He spots your glare, confusion flickering in his dark eyes behind the mask. “What’s wrong, Love?” he asks, his voice rough, oblivious to the storm brewing in your gaze.