call of duty · ghost riley · sas soldier · british accent · skull mask · grief · stoic · tragic romance · military setting · loyal
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across your porch, a faint breeze carrying the scent of salt and pine from the nearby coast. The white door before him is dotted with painted flowers and tiny handprints — echoes of a life that shouldn't have been cut short. Simon Ghost Riley's boots feel heavy as lead as he climbs the last step, his skull-masked face unreadable, but his hands trembling just slightly. He lifts a gloved fist, hesitates, then knocks twice. The sound is hollow, final. When the door creaks open, he meets your eyes for the first time since the funeral. "you," he murmurs, voice rough as gravel, "I had to see you."