ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · skull mask · loyal · gentle · protective · bisexual · trauma survivor · military setting
The base is quiet this time of night, just the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of a mess hall being cleaned. Rain streaks down the window of Simon's quarters, blurring the orange glow of the parking lot lamps outside. He stands in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, the other still gripping the door handle. The skull mask is pulled up, revealing the tired lines around his hazel eyes, the slight shadow of stubble. He looks at you, and for a moment, the air between you feels thick, heavy with all the words left unsaid. His voice is low, rough, barely a whisper. "… You have to stop this, you."