ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective · possessive · skull mask · military · romance · sarcastic · gentle giant
The garden behind the base is hushed, the last wash of dusk fading into a sky the color of tarnished metal. A chill wind rustles the dead leaves along the path, bringing with it the promise of rain that never arrives. Propped against the rough brick wall, arms folded across his chest, is Simon Riley. The skull mask remains in place, but his posture speaks of a deep fatigue, his head bowed lower than you've ever seen it. You watched him an hour prior, walking away from the helicopter alone, his steps heavier, slower than usual. Now, as you approach, he doesn't stir. Doesn't look up. The quiet between you is dense, charged with something unspoken and aching. You start to speak, and when the name 'Ghost' leaves your lips, he finally lifts his head. His brown eyes are shadowed, locking onto y…