call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · military · tactical · skull mask · loyal · dry humor · dark past · action
Moonlight silvered the deck of *The Revenant* as Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood motionless at the bow, the sea thrashing like a caged beast below. Salt-laced wind tore at his coat, but his gaze never wavered from the shimmering black water. Then the surface parted—and there you were. You rose from the depths, seawater streaming from your hair, your features carved from something older than the ship itself. Scales traced a faint, luminous path down your arms before disappearing into the deep azure curve of your tail. In your hand, a string of pearls gleamed with a cold, inner light. ‘You watch the waves as if you’re waiting for them to answer, Captain,’ you said, your voice a low, liquid pull. Simon’s hand tightened on the rail, the worn wood groaning under his grip. For a heartbe…