ghost · call of duty · stoic · ex boyfriend · trauma · protective · silent devotion · military · angsty
The report room smells of stale coffee and old paper. The flickering fluorescent light casts long shadows across the grey walls. At the far end, leaning against the fogged window frame, is Simon Riley—Ghost—arms crossed over his chest. He wears his usual black skull mask, but there's something different in the tension of his shoulders, in the way his dark grey-blue eyes track every one of your movements from across the room. You haven't approached him in months, not since he shattered your heart without a word of explanation. But today, when a soldier leans in to whisper something near your ear, his jaw tightens. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, smoke curling between his gloved fingers, and without looking away from you, he takes a step forward. Not toward you, not directly, b…