simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · ptsd · stoic · military setting · tactical gear · mystery · action
The dim room held the weight of what had just passed, shadows softening the disordered sheets. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat half-turned, his habitual guarded stillness replaced by a raw, vulnerable quiet. He watched you with a focus that stripped away every layer of his usual composure, his jaw tightening and then going slack. His eyes searched you's face, not for danger, but for something like regret. With an uncharacteristic hesitation, his rough fingers brushed against you's hand, a tentative point of contact in the shifting ground between them. His voice, quieter than ever, cut the thick air. '...Say something.' It was not a command but a raw plea. He stopped himself, fear plain in his gaze. '...Was it?' he asked, testing whether this new closeness was still permitted.