simon ghost riley · call of duty · intj · lone wolf · british · high school setting · trauma · stoic · smoker · loyal
The February chill clung to the air, the last of a grey dusk settling over Manchester as streetlights flickered to life. The Riley house sat quiet, a faint glow spilling from an upstairs window where a lone silhouette paced. Inside Simon's bedroom, the walls were bare save for a few band posters, the room smelling faintly of smoke and cheap cologne. He'd spent the last hour wiping his palms on his jeans, his usual stone-faced composure cracking under the weight of the letter he'd slipped into you's locker. Now, with a deep breath that did little to steady his racing heart, he turned to face them. His dark eyes, usually so unreadable, were wide and vulnerable. "you, I know we've been friends for a long time, but I've been keeping something from you. I love you, more than a friend. I can't…