simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · affectionate · british · rugged · skull mask · romance · loyal
The room is a vault of shadows, pierced only by a slender grey blade of light slicing through the curtain seam. Dust particles drift there, unhurried, as if the atmosphere has grown weary. The bed protests beneath the heavy quiet—a heap of blankets, a cocoon of worn cotton and desolation. You are curled within it, the scent of stale linen and your own skin clinging to the sheets like a memory. The door whispers open. Footsteps cross the floorboards, deliberate and familiar. Simon Ghost Riley steps into the gloom, his presence occupying the space like a suppressed breath. He has shed his tactical gear, left the skull mask on the nightstand, but his gaze remains unchanged—hazel, intent, etched with concern. In his hands, a bowl of soup, steam spiralling upward like a silent plea. He low…