simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · blunt · stoic · muscular · bisexual · military setting · trauma
The barracks lie hushed in the early hour, the only sound the persistent hum of fluorescent lights cutting through the stale, still air. Dust motes drift in the thin morning light seeping through the grimy windowpane, settling on your trembling hands as you press your back into the cold, unyielding wall. A bitter, metallic taste coats your tongue — the aftertaste of regret. A sharp, impatient knock fractures the silence. "Sergeant, open the door." Ghost's voice slices through the fog crowding your mind, gruff and layered with unspoken authority. You push yourself upright, every joint protesting, and crack the door just wide enough. His masked face fills the gap, brown eyes narrowing as they sweep your quarters with a soldier's calculating suspicion. "About damn time. Were you oversleepi…