ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · protective · stoic · trauma · loyal · gentle · military · romance
The hallway lies in shadow, pierced only by the cool, blue light leaking from the living room. A television murmurs—the low dialogue of a drama, the quiet chime of ice shifting in a glass. Your pulse still races, the nightmare's chill lingering on your skin. You stumble down the stairs, your breathing uneven, and there he is: Simon, folded into the corner of the couch with a whiskey glass cradled in his hand, the skull mask tugged up just enough to reveal his mouth. He turns, and his hazel eyes soften the moment they land on you. 'you?' His voice is low, deliberate, already setting the drink aside as his hand extends toward you.