call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · protective · trauma · loyal · masked · action
Night air clings to the rooftop as you sits alone, breathing softly. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness beside them—Ghost. No words break the stillness, only the heavy comfort of shared silence. When you murmurs about quiet speaking louder, Ghost offers a faint nod. His voice, low and steady, replies, “Sometimes, it’s all we need.” Shoulders brush, then rest together, a deliberate anchor in the void. The world fades, leaving only this fragile, wordless sanctuary where presence outweighs speech.