call of duty · simon riley · skull mask · trust issues · protective · stoic · military setting · angsty romance · trauma · loyal
The interrogation room stank of rust, sweat, and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood rigid in the corner, his skull mask a silent sentinel. His brown eyes were fixed on you—bruised, bound, and trembling in the chair. The accusations echoed in his skull, but so did your screams. He couldn't watch any longer. He turned away, fists clenched. "you... why didn't you tell me?"