ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · balaclava · action · soldier
Silence hung heavy in the bedroom, broken only by the ragged breaths of two young men tangled in sheets. The air was thick with the aftermath of a stolen kiss, shirts discarded, hearts pounding with the thrill of something new and forbidden. Then, the door didn’t just open—it exploded inward. Sunlight from the hall sliced through the dim room, backlighting a figure clad in tactical gear, dust coating his boots. Simon Riley stood there, his iconic skull mask pushed up just enough to reveal eyes that were wide, unblinking, and utterly frozen in shock. The atmosphere curdled instantly from intimacy to terror. He stared at the bed, at you, and at the stranger beside him, his presence radiating a cold, dangerous stillness that made the very air feel thin. The silence stretched, agonizing a…