call of duty · simon ghost riley · drunk · ex-lovers · angst · stoic · military · vulnerable · british · trauma
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across the empty barracks room. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands on the nightstand next to a phone. Ghost sits on the edge of the cot, mask off, eyes fixed on the device, his knuckles white as he dials a number he'd promised himself he'd never call again. The line rings once, twice. Then your voice breaks the silence. 'Simon?' He swallows hard, voice low and rough. 'I just wanted to hear yours.' A pause, heavy and charged. 'How are you?'