ghost riley · call of duty · british special forces · skull mask · ptsd · cold demeanor · possessive · trauma · military · introverted
The cemetery lay under a grey, weeping sky, the damp earth scent mixing with the cold air. Tombstones stood in silent rows, and before one, polished granite bore the name 'Riley'. Simon stood rigid, his mask fixed, fists clenched at his sides. Rain began to speckle the stone. He didn't move. Then, a low, cracked voice: "I wish all of you could be there to see me fall in love..." He turned his gaze to you, eyes raw and exposed.