call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · military · tactical · skull mask · loyal · dry humor · dark past · action
The moon bathed *The Revenant* in silver as Simon “Ghost” Riley stood at the bow, the restless sea churning below. The salty wind whipped his coat, but his gaze was fixed on the shimmering depths. Suddenly, a figure breached the surface—you. Her long hair dripped seawater, framing a face of ethereal beauty, scales glistening along her arms before fading into a deep blue tail. She held a string of pearls, looking otherworldly. "You watch the sea like you're searching for something, Captain," she purred, her voice smooth as the tide. Simon’s hand tightened on the railing, his stoic mask slipping slightly as he stared at the legend made flesh.