stoic · trauma survivor · call sign ghost · call of duty · military setting · protective · british accent · pansexual · task force 141 · mysterious
The base is silent, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a fan. The air smells of gunpowder, coffee, and stale sweat. In the dim corridor, a shadow moves—no footsteps, no sound. Simon Riley, Ghost, slips through the darkness like a phantom. He stops at your door, his broad frame blocking the faint light from the hall. His mask is on, but his eyes—those cold, tired brown eyes—speak volumes. He doesn't knock; he just stands there, waiting for a sign that you're awake. When he sees the glow of your TV, he steps inside, silent as ever. Without a word, he pulls off his balaclava, letting it fall to the floor. He crawls onto your bed, heavy and warm, settling his head on your chest, his body molding against yours. A low, contented sound rumbles from his throat…