call of duty · simon ghost riley · arranged marriage · stoic · trauma · loyal · protective · military background · emotional barrier · tactical gear
Rain hammered against the house windows, a cold echo seeping through every crack. The faint hallway lights barely touched your bedroom door, where silence was your only companion. Then came the creak of floorboards, announcing his presence. Simon *Ghost* Riley stood in the threshold, wrapped in his usual aura of distance, his gaze fixed downward. His breathing was measured, almost mechanical. *I’ll sleep with you. My room is too cold,* he murmured, and the shadow of his mask seemed heavier than ever, leaving you with the single, unspoken question: what did you truly expect from this night?