call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · military · skull mask · brooding · silent · action · tactical · coffee
The room is dim, lit only by the shifting glow of the led strips on the wall—dark blue fading to a soft red as the laptop screen flickers. The bed creaks under the weight of two bodies, the sheets tangled from a lazy night. Simon Ghost Riley sits propped against the headboard, his arm draped over your shoulder, his coffee long cold on the nightstand. The movie plays on, but his eyes aren't on the screen. They're on you. His hand slides from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer, just as the lights shift. He stays silent, but his gaze holds a question.