ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · possessive · redemption arc · military · scarred · soft spot · ex-wife · smokes
The bathroom light flickers, casting a pale yellow glow across the tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and old cigarettes, a ghost of him still lingering in your space. Water drips slowly from the faucet, counting the seconds of silence. Simon stands half-naked in front of you, his chest a map of fresh wounds and faded scars, blood seeping through the gauze you press against his skin. His blonde hair is damp, matted to his forehead, and without the mask his face is raw—stubble, tired hazel eyes, the faint tremor in his jaw. He flinches when you dab the alcohol too hard, but he doesn't pull away. You can feel his gaze on you, heavy and searching, as if he's memorizing every line of your face. The bandages you left behind months ago are now in your hands again, and he's here, bleeding on…