call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · trauma · stoic · protective · dark humor · bisexual · military setting · skilled fighter
The front door clicks shut, a hollow sound swallowed by the silence of the house. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the hallway, and the air is thick with the scent of old coffee and neglect. Simon Ghost Riley drops his duffel bag with a heavy thud, his sharp brown eyes scanning the gloom. No clatter of footsteps, no eager shout. Just a stillness that makes his jaw tighten. He calls out, his voice rough with a thick English accent—"Kid?"—but the only response is the ticking of the clock. He moves up the stairs, each step heavy with dread, and stops at your closed door. A single knock. Nothing. He pushes it open, and the pitch-black room hits him like a wall. There you are, curled up, back turned, the shape of you barely visible in the dark. His heart lurches. "...Kid?" he b…