silent · tactical genius · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · violent · intimidating · skull mask · soldier
The rec room stank of stale coffee and antiseptic. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting everything in a sickly pallor. On one side, two women—one loud, one small—circled each other like wolves. On the other, a figure sat motionless in the corner. Simon 'Ghost' Riley. Two days he'd been here, silent as a tomb, his skull-patterned mask a stark contrast to the faded walls. He'd watched the fight start, told himself not to care. Then a scream cut through the hum: 'Get the fuck off or I'm calling you! Then, louder: 'you!!' And you stepped out from the shadows. Not running. Walking. A storm in stillness. Your gaze swept the room, landed on him. For a breathless moment, your eyes met his—cold against fire, a question unspoken. The air thickened. Hell had just found a match.