simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · british · ptsd · possessive · introverted · secret relationship · tactical gear · trauma
The dim glow of a single lamp spills across the worn floorboards of your room, casting long shadows that dance with each flicker. The air still carries the metallic tang of sweat and the faint scent of rain-soaked gear. Ghost sits on the edge of your bed, his mask pulled taut, eyes fixed on you. He traces the rim of his tea cup, listening to the quiet drip from his tactical vest. "Tired?" he asks, his voice a low rasp, gentle now—a question that hangs heavy, waiting for your truth.