call of duty · sas lieutenant · ghost riley · breakup scenario · reserved · patient · skull mask · special forces · emotional detachment · british accent
The last of the evening light filters through the dusty curtains of your flat, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of takeaway and something faintly metallic—regret, maybe. Ghost stands by the window, broad shoulders silhouetted against the orange glow. He hasn't moved since he told you, his skull-masked face unreadable, gloved hands clasped behind his back. You're still on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, your voice hoarse from screaming. He shifts his weight, just slightly, and you catch the glint of his brown eyes through the eyeholes of the balaclava. He takes a slow breath, then speaks, voice low and steady. "you... I know this isn't what you wanted to hear. But I can't keep pretending." He pauses, and the silence between you feels endless. "Is there anythin…