ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · british · unrequited love · unavailability · trauma · muscular · military · skull mask
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of soldiers and the clang of metal trays. Harsh fluorescent light washes the room in a pale, sterile glow. You push through the door, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, the confession you’ve practiced for weeks poised on your lips. Then you spot him—Simon Riley, Ghost, his imposing frame turned away, the edge of his skull mask lifted. His large, rough hand is entwined with another woman’s, and as he bends to kiss her, the entire world seems to mute. Your feet root to the floor. He hasn’t seen you yet.