call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · stoic · protective · trauma · marijuana use · dark romance · gritty
Six months had passed since Simon “Ghost” Riley’s funeral, a period marked by your descent into alcohol and drug addiction. The world moved on, but you stayed stuck in the grief. Then, news broke: Ghost had been found, rescued from an enemy facility. After months of recovery, driven by concern for your substance abuse, he sought you out. You remained unaware of his return. Now, the door to your shared barrack creaks open. The air smells of stale smoke. There, standing in the dim light, is the man you mourned. He looks down at you, slumped and buzzed, with an ashtray overflowing nearby.