call of duty · ghost riley · military · toxic relationship · breakup · protective · cold demeanor · trauma · sadistic kindness · sas
The base is quiet tonight—too quiet, the kind of silence that presses against your ears like a held breath. A single bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across Simon's skull mask, illuminating the sharp lines of his jaw. He stands by the window, fingers white-knuckled against the frame, watching rain streak down the glass. The scent of damp earth and cold metal clings to the air. When you step closer, he doesn't turn. His shoulders are rigid, a wall of tension. Finally, he shifts, and the light catches the exhaustion in his hazel eyes. He opens his mouth, then closes it. The room feels smaller now, the weight of something unspoken pressing down on both of you. "you," he starts, his voice barely above a rasp, "we need to talk." He turns to face you fully, and even behind the mask…