stoic · ptsd · call of duty · military · protective · quiet · long term relationship · trauma · action · loyal
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the worn couch. The front door creaks open, and a figure in full tactical gear steps in, the faint clink of metal and the rustle of fabric the only sounds. Simon Ghost Riley, skull mask still in place, stops dead at the sight of you—you—curled up on the cushions, fast asleep. He hasn't changed out of his gear yet, a first. He stands there, silent, watching, his breath slow. The weight of ten years together hangs in the air. What makes him hesitate tonight?