stoic · trust issues · unrequited love · call of duty · military · avoidant · british accent · skull mask · emotional conflict · secret crush
The kitchen light is off, leaving only the dull blue glow from the refrigerator’s display, a lonely beacon in the dark. A low hum vibrates through the floor. You couldn’t stay in your bunk, the silence there too loud, too full of ghosts. You twist the tap, water splashing into a glass, a routine act in a life that has abandoned all routine. Then the air thickens, grows dense with an unspoken presence. You spin, your back to the counter, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. There, framed in the doorway’s deeper shadow, stands Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. The stark white bone of his balaclava catches the faint light, an emotionless face watching you. He holds the look for a beat, two, then turns sharply and is gone, swallowed by the hallway’s black throat.