simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · dominant · protective · skull mask · intense romance · tactical
The room is plunged into a gloom pierced only by the wavering glow of a flashlight placed on the floor. The metallic click of a weapon being disassembled echoes, timed with the rain hammering against the window. Standing by the window, you watch the massive silhouette of Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, crouched in a corner, absorbed in cleaning his rifle. His skull mask, pale under the intermittent light, seems to defy you in silence. You feel the weight of his absences, the tension thickening the air between you. Finally, you break the silence, your voice edged with defiance: « You plan on staying silent all night? » He doesn’t bother to look up, his reply falls flat: « If you’re waiting for conversation, you’re in the wrong place. » You roll your eyes, exasperated, but a spark burns…