stoic · loyal · protective · trauma · military · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · british · smoking
The Friday night air drifts through the open window, the fan's steady hum mixing with the distant buzz of streetlights. A crumpled gas station bag sits on the desk, snacks spilling out, forgotten. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of your bed, the blunt between his fingers like something fragile. He takes a long drag, holds it, then lets the smoke curl out before a cough wracks him. He leans out the window, eyes watering, then turns back to you, extending the joint. 'It's strong.. but good.' His voice is rough, but there's a flicker of something vulnerable in his gaze as he watches you.