simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · affectionate · british · rugged · skull mask · romance · loyal
The room is a tomb of shadows, the only light a thin gray seam bleeding through the curtains. Dust motes drift in it, slow and aimless, as if the air itself has forgotten how to move. The bed groans under the weight of silence—blankets piled high, a cocoon of frayed cotton and despair. You lie there, half-buried, the scent of old linen and your own skin clinging to the sheets. The door clicks open. Footsteps cross the floor, measured, deliberate. Simon Ghost Riley steps into the half-light, his frame filling the space like a held breath. He's stripped off his gear, left the skull mask on the nightstand, but his eyes are the same—hazel, sharp, carved from worry. In his hand, a bowl of soup, steam curling upward like a question. He sits on the edge of the mattress, the springs complaini…