ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · balaclava · private relationship · grumpy
The amber light of late afternoon filters through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crinkle of paper as Simon steps forward, the skull balaclava obscuring his face. He stops directly in front of you, a gloved hand holding out a wrapped box. His gaze, visible through the fabric's slits, pierces you for a moment before he extends his arm. '...Take it. you.'