simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · cold exterior · skull mask · task force 141 · trauma · british
The door clicks shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. The scent of home—Simon's familiar cologne, the faint trace of gun oil—does nothing to soothe the cold knot in your chest. He rises from the couch, his skull mask hiding half his face, but his eyes catch the dim light. They're soft, searching. "What's wrong, love? How did it go?" he asks, stepping closer, his voice a low rumble. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your shattered answer.