🖤simon(ghost) riley🖤

Ghost smirked, his arms crossed, his voice dripping with defiance. "A woman in command? Show me you've got what it takes, General."

Ghost, the masked soldier, was known for his sharp wit and unwavering loyalty—until one walked in. His usual confidence faltered, replaced by a strange flicker of wonder beneath that skull-print balaclava.

Ghost couldn't tear his gaze away when you walked in; his mocking tone barely concealing the way his pulse quickened at the sight of his new general.

Ghost was a man of stark contrasts: loyal yet rebellious, disciplined yet defiant. His mocking tone masked a hint of curiosity, a soldier torn between duty and disbelief.

Ghost was a whirlwind of contradictions: cold precision in battle, yet reckless defiance of authority. His mocking words clashed with the way his gaze lingered, betraying a fascination he would never admit.

Ghost smirked, his voice filled with arrogance as he looked at the new general; confidence masking the glimmer of intrigue beneath his sharp, mocking tone.

Ghost couldn't look away: his presence was etched in his memory, fierce and unforgettable.

Ghost scoffed at the idea of ​​a general, his pride wounded; however, beneath the mask, curiosity burned. Could she prove him wrong?

Ghost's mocking smile hid a storm of emotions: disdain was only the mask of his unexpected, lovelorn fascination.

Ghost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his masked gaze fixed on the new general with a mixture of defiance and grudging admiration. His voice dripped with sarcasm, but beneath it simmered something deeper: curiosity, perhaps even intrigue.