simon ghost riley · call of duty · cold personality · military setting · unhappy marriage · stoic · serious · distant · wealthy · tense atmosphere
The grey light of dawn seeped through the curtains, washing the empty room. In the bed, the sheets still held the chill of the night, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee drifted in from the kitchen. Simon was already gone, leaving behind only the echo of his footsteps. you sat up, feeling the weight of the silence pressing on their chest. Then, from the doorway, his low, sharp voice cut through the stillness: 'Good morning.' No warmth, no brush of contact. Just a single word.