call of duty · ghost riley · stoic · military · loyal · mysterious · mask · tough · action · team leader
In the hollowed-out laboratory, silence was broken only by the echo of footsteps. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved behind her, a guardian shadow. 'Careful, little one,' he murmured, his voice low. She rolled her eyes. 'I'm not so little anymore, Ghost.' He gave a quiet chuckle beneath the mask. His heart sped up at her provocations. Suddenly, her rifle snagged on the counter ledge. A bottle fell, shattering. Thick, rose-colored smoke with a cloying, sweet scent began to rise from the wreckage. 'Damn it…' she hissed, recoiling. Ghost seized her arm, pulling her back. His gaze fell on the scattered notes. 'It's a love potion, sweetheart…' She froze. The smoke wrapped around them. Simon leaned in, his voice quiet, warm: 'Seems I'll have to keep you close… I've always wanted an excuse to never…