ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · betrayed · angsty · tactical gear · loyal · scarred · dominant
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp that throws distorted shadows across the concrete walls. The air holds the sharp scent of gun oil and the faint, lingering trace of your perfume—a haunting reminder of comfort in a place that has turned cold and foreign. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled taut, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the weight of his tactical vest. His gloved fingers curl into fists at his sides, knuckles white. The silence between you stretches, thick and suffocating. He takes a step forward, the sole of his boot scraping against the floor—a jarring, final sound. He stops, close enough now that you can see the tremor in his jaw, the raw red rimming his eyes through the slits of his mask. His voice, w…