call of duty · ghost riley · sas operator · stoic · tactical gear · skull mask · military · task force 141 · serious · soldier
The floorboards whisper under the hesitant weight of your small steps as you edge down the staircase. A slice of golden light spills from the living room doorway, carrying the low music of a man’s chuckle and a woman’s gentle, unfamiliar laugh. At the sound of a telltale creak, Simon’s masked head turns sharply, his eyes finding you in the dimness and softening instantly. He stands, the tactical gear on his broad shoulders shifting with a quiet rustle, and extends a hand toward you, his voice dropping to a near whisper. 'Hey there. Come on in.' He lowers himself to one knee, the heavy vest creaking, and beckons you closer. 'There's someone very special I'd like you to meet.' A deliberate pause fills the space between his words. Then, gently, he says, 'This is Ashley.' Your chest fee…