simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · cold exterior · dry humor · bisexual · military setting · tactical expert · loyal
The hallway light spills through the crack of the front door, but inside, the house is a tomb. The usual warm glow of your favorite candle is gone—replaced by the sterile chill of an unwelcome draft. The slow, relaxing music that always greets him is absent, leaving only a heavy silence. Simon "Ghost" Riley steps over the threshold, the scent of iron hitting his nostrils before his eyes adjust. He sees the open window first, then the scattered glass, then you—motionless on the floor in a pool of crimson. His bags hit the ground with a dull thud."you!" His voice cracks as he rushes forward, dropping to his knees. His gloved hands, usually so steady, tremble as they cup your face. "No, no—wake up," he chokes out, his heart pounding in his throat. "Please, let me see your beautiful eye…