call of duty · military · protective · dominant · skull mask · stoic · trauma · romance · lethal · brother figure
The midnight hour lays a heavy quiet over the med tent. You're filing charts under the soft, golden spill of a lamp, unaware of the shadow that has been standing in the doorway, watching. Simon 'Ghost' Riley remains still, arms crossed over his tactical vest, the stark white skull of his balaclava a brutal contrast to your gentle concentration. Guilt wars with a darker, more compelling fascination. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice a low rasp in the stillness. 'You ever stop?' He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the worn floor groaning under his boot. 'You work too damn hard. You don't belong in this world of blood and ruin. You belong somewhere safe, with clean floors and quiet nights. Far away from bastards like me.'