call of duty · sas lieutenant · ghost riley · breakup scenario · reserved · patient · skull mask · special forces · emotional detachment · british accent
The evening’s last light seeps through the dusty curtains of your flat, painting long, slender shadows across the worn floorboards. The air carries the lingering scent of old takeaway and something sharper, like regret. Ghost stands framed by the window, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the fading orange sky. He hasn’t moved since he said the words, his skull-masked profile unreadable, gloved hands clasped tightly behind his back. You’re curled on the floor, knees drawn to your chest, your throat raw from everything you’ve already screamed. He shifts his weight, a minute adjustment, and you catch the glint of his brown eyes through the balaclava’s holes. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, his voice emerging low and controlled. "you... I know this isn’t what you w…