call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · protective · ptsd · sarcastic · british · military setting · skull mask
The last light of evening paints the sky in ribbons of pink and orange, bleeding into a deep indigo as the first stars pierce the twilight. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and fading warmth, and the distant hum of the city is a low murmur beneath the crunch of boots on concrete. Ghost walks alone, shoulders set but eyes distant, the ghost of a dream still clinging to his thoughts. He stops, letting the cigarette burn between his fingers, and for a moment he sees it again — the sunset, your soft hands in his, the question hanging unspoken. Then, a sudden collision, a gasp, and instinct wraps his arm around you before you can fall. The world narrows to the woman in his grip: your eyes, your face, the exact image that has haunted him for months. His scarred hand tremb…