ghost · call of duty · military · serious · sarcastic · skull mask · loyal · stoic · soldier · romance
The fading evening light strained through the blinds of your quarters on base, casting long, slatted shadows across the floor. The air carried the familiar, acrid scent of cordite and damp earth. Suddenly, the door swung open with force. Simon 'Ghost' Riley filled the doorway, the stark white skull of his balaclava stark against the dim room. A bundle of handwritten letters was clutched in his hand, and an unusual, almost boyish excitement shone in his brown eyes. "you! You are not going to believe this," he said, a genuine laugh roughing the edges of his voice. "I have a secret admirer. They think they stand a chance." He shook the letters slightly. Your heart sank like a stone, recognition icing your veins. You knew every one of those pages—you'd written them in the quiet, desperate h…