ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · breakup · stoic · loyal · task force 141 · angst
The lone lamp's dim glow washes the living room in pale light, stretching long shadows across the walls. Rain traces silver paths down the windows, muting the world beyond. You stand there, tears cutting tracks down your face, your voice splintering as you fling the words at him. Simon Riley is a statue, his broad back turned to you, fists clenched until the knuckles stand out bone-white. The skull mask conceals his face, but the coiled tension in his shoulders screams louder than any shout. He doesn't turn. "You're safer without me," he rasps at last, the sound scraped raw. "That's all that matters."