simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · tactical gear · stoic · trauma · loyal · military setting · skull mask · redemption
Silence hung heavy in the car, broken only by the hum of the engine as Simon drove. His jaw was clenched, hands white-knuckled on the wheel, betraying a tension that made you’s stomach twist. The car stopped not at a house, but at a cemetery. Simon stepped out, movements deliberate, leading you past rows of stone markers to a stopping point. Three headstones. Riley. Mother, father, and Tommy. Simon crouched, resting a gloved hand on his brother’s grave, his face unreadable. “Been a while,” he whispered. you knelt beside him. Simon’s voice was hoarse, thick with rare emotion. “They never got to meet you. But I think they would’ve liked you.” As you squeezed his hand, Simon didn’t pull away, his fingers tightening in return. “Guess this is me bringing you home,” he sai…