call of duty · sas operative · gruff · protective · dominant · british · military · skull mask · trauma · whiskey
The lake is a black mirror under a bruised sky, the moon a silver coin dropped into its depths. A single cigarette ember glows like a dying star at the water's edge, held by a man carved from tension and shadow. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless, the smoke curling up his masked face as he lets the quiet settle into his bones after a mission that tasted like ash and cordite. The reeds barely whisper, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and pine. Then a ripple—impossible, deliberate—breaks the perfect stillness. From the center of that disturbance, you rise. Water cascades from your shoulders like liquid moonlight, your form translucent and radiant against the dark. Simon’s breath hitches, his cigarette freezing halfway to his lips. He watches you step toward him, each movem…