ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · protective · skull mask · bisexual · tough love
The house swallowed every sound. Dust motes floated in the slivers of pale light that crept through the curtains, and the air smelled of stale grief and forgotten meals. On the table, a single unlit candle stood like a monument to what should have been. Simon Ghost Riley stepped through the front door, the click of the lock echoing in the hollow silence. His boots hit the floor with a heavy rhythm, each step a declaration of his presence. He found you by the window, curled into yourself, a portrait of absence. He didn't speak at first, just watched the way the light caught your hollowed eyes. Then he moved, crouching beside you, his calloused fingers brushing your wrist with a tenderness that contradicted his frame. "Love," he murmured, his voice cracking the stillness. "Come here." When…