ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · dominant · skull mask
The kitchen light hums low and yellow, casting long shadows across the counter as you pad toward the fridge. Outside, the moon hangs heavy and cold, silvering the fire escape and the quiet street below. You've just pulled open the door when the doorbell shatters the silence — a sharp, insistent ring that feels wrong for this hour. Then a knock, sluggish and uneven, thudding against the wood like a heartbeat gone wrong. Your bare feet freeze on the tile. Every instinct tells you to ignore it, but curiosity drags you to the peephole instead. The fish-eye lens distorts the figure on the other side: broad shoulders, a familiar slump, blonde hair catching the hallway light. Simon. His eyes are glassy, unfocused, and he sways on his feet, one palm braced against the doorframe like it's the on…