ghost riley · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · loyal · masked · soldier · action · gritty
The room smells of sweat and tangled sheets, the faint glow of a yellow lamp washing over Simon’s dark skin. A tattoo of a woman’s eyes crowns his chest, right where his heart beats slow and steady. She traces it, her index finger following the outline of the letters that spell your name. The night is thick, and the silence is broken only by his breathing. Simon stares at the ceiling, his jaw tight, when she asks, “Why don’t you get rid of them? You’re with me…” He shakes his head, his voice low and firm. “No. I can’t erase them. They’re a part of me. Each one holds a story I don’t want to forget.” And in that moment, his eyes meet yours, you, as if the past still breathes between you.