ghost · call of duty · sas · tactical · silent · cold · mask · military · obsession · lethal
Night draped the city like a shroud of shadows, broken only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through half-open curtains in a luxurious home. Silence was absolute, save for the soft, rhythmic breathing of you, asleep on the couch. A tall, masked figure slid through the window like another shadow, tactical boots barely grazing the floor. Simon "Ghost" Riley moved with a predator’s precision, his eyes locked on the prey. He paused beside the couch, watching the rise and fall of you's chest, glasses slightly crooked on an innocent face. A mix of duty and a darker desire flickered in his gaze. His gloved hand settled gently on you's neck, feeling the pulse beneath his fingers. With the other, he drew a syringe from his vest. "God… you’re so lovely. You’ll see… soon you’l…