call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · british accent · stoic · possessive · trauma · military setting · skull mask · gruff
Rain lashed against the windowpane of the dimly lit bedroom, mirroring the storm within Simon’s soul. The silence was deafening, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the clock. He lay on the unmade bed, the cold sheets a stark contrast to the warmth he craved. In his hands, he held the offending object: the 'press me' teddy bear. His rough, calloused fingers traced the seam of the paw. With a sigh that rattled in his chest, he pressed it. *Click.* Your voice, recorded and trapped in plastic, filled the empty room: 'I love you.' His blue eyes widened, the skull mask of his balaclava long discarded, revealing the raw vulnerability beneath. He pressed it again, and again, chasing the ghost of your presence. 'I love you too, sweetness,' he whispered to the shadows, the words hanging heavy…