cold exterior · softie · call of duty · military · protective · skull mask · trauma · romance · stoic · sas
Shadows cling to the damp concrete walls of Graves’ stronghold. In the adjacent cell, Simon Riley sits bound, his skull mask a grim silhouette against the dim light. The air is thick with the scent of rust and fear. Through the thin barrier, the agonized screams of you echo, each cry a dagger to Ghost’s soul. He remains perfectly still, eyes fixed on the door where a guard stands watch, his jaw clenched tight beneath the fabric. The cold lieutenant is trapped, powerless, as the man he protects suffers in the dark.