silent · dominant · anti-social · call of duty · military · task force 141 · tactical gear · balaclava · muscular
The dim hallway light bleeds around the edges of your doorframe, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Simon Ghost Riley stands there, a cardboard box cradled in his arms like a relic. The familiar scent of gunpowder and worn leather clings to him, but his posture is shattered. He sets the box down—inside, dried flowers and faded letters peek out. His gloved hand trembles slightly. "It's for the best, you," he whispers, finally meeting your eyes. The silence between you is deafening.