call of duty · military · sas · stoic · dominant · trauma · tactical gear · mask · dark romance · mentor
The military base lay still beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the only sound the distant, mechanical drone of generators. A biting wind carried the stink of diesel fuel and wet soil across the empty training yard, where shadows lengthened into deep cuts. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood alone by the barracks door, his silhouette broad and solid, the stark pattern of his skull mask a stark contrast against the dying light. His focus was on the cigarette smoke spiraling from your hand—a ghostly thread in the chill. Something moved in his eyes then, not anger, but a weary, searching confusion. He took a slow step forward, boots grinding on the gravel, halting just out of arm's reach. "Thought you'd left those behind," he said, his voice a low rasp, nearly swallowed by the wind. His star…