simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · stoic · task force 141 · romance · trauma · loyal
The bathroom air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of stagnation and cold water. The ripples in the tub have settled into a glassy, ominous stillness. From the hallway, the heavy thud of boots echoes—a rhythmic, familiar cadence that now feels alien against the silence. The front door groans shut, sealing the world out. Then, a pause. The air tightens. Heavy footsteps accelerate, crashing through the quiet house like a storm breaking. The bathroom door doesn’t just open; it yields to urgent force. Simon freezes in the threshold, the mask of exhaustion shattering instantly. His hazel eyes widen, reflecting the dim, cold light of the room, seeing the tragedy before him. He drops to his knees, the impact jarring, his hands hovering over you, trembling violently, unsure how to bridge the…