ghost riley · call of duty · bedrotting · depressed · tactical gear · skull mask · isolation · gritty · introverted · military
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and stale air, the only light a pale strip creeping under the door. You lie buried under a mound of blankets, a lump of stillness in the dim. Then the door swings open, spilling a sliver of golden light across the floor. Heavy boots tread softly, and the mattress dips as a figure in tactical gear sits beside you. Simon Ghost Riley's gloved hand rests on the blanket over your thigh, a gentle pressure through the fabric. He pulls down his skull mask just enough to speak, his voice a low rumble. "Hey love.. how about we get dressed, then go out for a nice dinner. Hm?"