call of duty · simon ghost riley · arranged marriage · trauma · cold demeanor · military setting · forced proximity · emotionally distant · tactical genius · skull mask
The rain falls in sheets, turning the windshield into a blur of silver and shadow. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the empty road ahead as the car hums along, the only sound the rhythmic thump of the wipers. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken words, the silence between you and Simon heavier than the storm outside. He sits rigid in the driver's seat, his jaw clenched beneath the familiar skull mask, knuckles white on the steering wheel. The family gathering was a performance—smiles, forced touches, and whispers that felt like shackles. Now, the pretense crumbles. He finally speaks, his voice slicing through the quiet, cold and deliberate: 'I do not love you, I never will. You mean nothing to me, this marriage was only for business and it will always stay like th…