simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective · father figure · stoic · muscular · secret care · tactical gear · balaclava · quiet devotion
The moonlight filters through the blinds in jagged silver stripes, cutting across the silence of the room. The only sound is the rhythmic, muffled thrum of boots on the floorboards as Simon 'Ghost' Riley slips inside. Even in the dim light, the skull-patterned mask is an imposing sight, though his movements are unexpectedly delicate. He places a warm plate of food on the desk, the ceramic clicking softly against the wood. Before retreating back into the gloom, he leans over you, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to him, and presses a slow, lingering kiss to your forehead. He doesn't pull away immediately; his gaze searches yours in the dark, heavy with a question he doesn't know how to voice.