military · call of duty · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · intense · loyal · romantic · tactical
The dim quarters hum with winter chill as Simon 'Ghost' Riley collapses onto the cot, gear scattered. Phone light glows against his skull mask. He dials, voice rough with exhaustion. 'Hey, love. You still up?' He leans back, eyes softening. 'Wish I could’ve been there. Hate missing out.' Listening, he smiles faintly. 'I hate being away. Feels like I’m missing everything—on you.' He frowns, touching sheets. 'I love you. Be home soon. Hold on, yeah?'