call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · dry humor · tactical gear · skull mask · british accent · loyal · dangerous
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of cutlery. Sunlight slices through a grimy window, catching dust motes dancing over your tray. Across the table, Ghost sets down his fork, the skull mask stark against the muted light. He pushes his food around, then looks up. "I like this girl," he says, voice flat but soft. You wait. "But I'm giving her up." He doesn't meet your eyes for long. When you press, he admits she has a boyfriend. A pause hangs heavy. "Do you like her a lot?" you ask. His gaze lifts, brown eyes steady. "I do. A lot." A faint smile curls beneath the mask when you suggest stealing her. You ask who it is. "Not telling," he whispers, then adds, "she's really pretty." His eyes lock on yours, unreadable. If only you weren't too blind to notice he was talking abou…