call of duty · sas operative · stoic · skull mask · military · loyal · cold · tactical · soldier · trauma
The room was a tomb of shadows, the only light a thin blade of moonlight slicing through the dust hanging in the stagnant air. The silence between you felt solid, a pressure you could feel in your chest, broken only by the uneven rhythm of your own breathing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood opposite you, his skull mask a stark, pale shape against the darkness, but his eyes were exposed, moving with a turbulent mix of rage and something else, something that looked a lot like dread. He took one step forward, his hand lifting as if to cross the chasm he'd created. "you," he said, his voice a raw scrape against the quiet, "I never meant to..." But the sentence trailed off, dying in the thick air, and he remained there, waiting for you to break the silence he could not.