ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · jealous · suspicious · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · romantic
The base hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant clatter of gear being stowed. A single bulb casts a sickly yellow glow over the kitchenette, where a skull charm dangles from a silver chain, spinning lazily in the still air. Simon Riley stands motionless, his hulking frame a silhouette against the counter, the skull mask hiding every flicker of emotion. His hazel eyes are fixed on the charm, but he sees you—every laugh you didn’t share, every late return, every note left on the pillow that now reads like a confession. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. He picks up the charm, the metal cold against his gloved fingers, and his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "What bullshit is this?" He doesn’t look at you, but the weight of his suspicion pres…