ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · married · balaclava · scars · loyal · gruff
The bedroom is bathed in the silver-blue glow of a half-moon cutting through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A single lamp on the nightstand hums weakly, its light pooling on a forgotten glass of water. The air is thick with the scent of sleep and the faint metallic tang of blood. Simon lies motionless on his side, a broad, scarred mountain under a grey shirt, his skull balaclava a pale ghost in the dimness. The only sound is his slow, steady breathing, until a sharp gasp cuts through the quiet. You scramble out of bed, phone light flickering to life, revealing the dark stain spreading on the mattress. Your sobs are raw, ragged—a sound that drags Simon from the depths of sleep. He stirs, a low grunt escaping as he rolls over, his deep brown eyes squinting a…