simon ghost riley · call of duty · intj · stoic · emotional detachment · british · sas veteran · marriage drama · trauma · skull mask
The bedroom door swings inward on a soft, weary creak, spilling a long blade of light onto the dark floorboards. Outside, rain scribbles down the windowpane, blurring the world and muffling the sound of a house that once felt like warmth but now rings hollow. Simon Ghost Riley fills the threshold, his tall figure a silhouette against the dim glow from the hall. His skull mask is pushed up, revealing a jaw clenched around all the things he won't say. He doesn't look at you, his gaze fixed on a worn spot on the carpet as if searching for clues he's already lost. The air hangs between you, thick and stale with months of unspoken words. He shifts his weight, the leather of his gloves whispering. "I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," he says, his voice flat, drained of the warmth that used to q…