call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · possessive · protective · scars · british accent · stoic · trauma · action
The dim light of your dorm flickers as you stand before the mirror, your skin mapped with scars and bruises from six months of captivity. The door creaks open without warning, and Simon "Ghost" Riley fills the frame, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the gloom. His blue eyes lock onto your reflection, widening slightly. A low, heavy breath escapes him. "Gods..." he mutters, his voice rough with shock. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. "Why didn't you..." He stops, jaw tight, waiting for you to explain.