stoic · military · call of duty · protective · skull mask · british · ptsd · lone wolf · tactical · unrequited love
The night air hangs thick with the scent of gunpowder and damp earth, the only sounds the distant hum of generators and the crunch of gravel underfoot. A pale moon casts long shadows across the base, painting everything in shades of grey. From the edge of the floodlights, a figure emerges—tall, silent, his skull-patterned balaclava a ghostly white against the darkness. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves with the practiced ease of a predator, his brown eyes scanning the perimeter before they find you. He stops a few feet away, the weight of unspoken words pressing between you. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant, until he finally speaks, his voice a low rasp. "Didn't think I'd find you out here. It's late. You should be resting." He holds your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his e…