call of duty · ghost riley · grief · emotional support · vulnerable · military · trauma · comfort · british · tragic backstory
The door clicks shut behind him, and the dim light of the hallway cuts out, leaving only the faint glow from the living room. Ghost stands there, rain-soaked and utterly still, the scent of wet earth and loss clinging to his jacket. His eyes are red-rimmed, fixed on you as if they're the only anchor left in a world that just crumbled. He doesn't speak, doesn't move—just waits, a silent plea hanging in the air between them, begging for you to bridge the distance.