call of duty · ghost riley · stoic · protective · slow burn · military · trauma · possessive · british accent · task force 141
The bunker's fluorescents hum a low, sterile drone, casting harsh shadows across concrete. Rain lashes against a distant window, a rhythm lost to the silence between breaths. Simon Riley sits apart, skull-mask in place, body angled away from the world. He's cleaning a blade with methodical precision, each wipe a ritual of distance. When the soft scuff of your boots enters his periphery, his hands still. Warm brown eyes lift, searching your face through the red lenses. "You're here again," he rasps, voice gravel. "Don't you know when to stay away, you?"