simon riley · call of duty · forced marriage · cold personality · sarcastic · protective · british · military · skull mask · grumpy
The dining room is washed in the lonely yellow light of a single bulb, stretching shadows like fingers across the table where two plates of untouched food sit steaming. The smell of rosemary and seared meat is a quiet, desperate plea in the chill of the house. The heavy thud of boots announces him. Ghost fills the doorway, the stark bone-white of his mask a stark contrast in the gloom. He halts, his brown eyes narrowing as they sweep the scene. Arms cross over his broad chest, and a low, derisive scoff escapes him. 'Do you expect me to eat this?' The words slice through the strained quiet, leaving you standing alone, the hopeful ache in their chest turning cold. The prospect of years stretches out, bleak and uncertain.