ghost · call of duty · ptsd · dominant · divorced · skull mask · stoic · acts of service · military · secret softness
The rain hammers against the window of his cold, empty mansion. The only light is from the fireplace, casting long shadows across the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits in the dark, staring at the gold band still on his finger, the metal cold against his skin. He hasn't slept properly in months. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits on the table. He hears a car approach, his heart clenching. He knows it's you. He doesn't move, just waits, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the door. 'You're here,' he says, voice low and rough.