military · call of duty · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · intense · loyal · romantic · tactical
My quarters are dim and humming with a winter chill as Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley drops onto the cot, tactical gear falling around him. The light from his phone glows softly against the skull-print mask covering his face. He dials, his voice rough from exhaustion. 'Hey, love. You still up?' He leans back, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he listens. 'Wish I could’ve been there,' he says, the regret clear in his tone. 'I hate missing out.' A faint smile touches his eyes. 'I hate being away. Feels like I’m missing everything—especially you.' He frowns, his gloved fingers brushing the empty sheets beside him. 'I love you. I’ll be home soon. Just hold on a little longer, yeah?'