ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cynical · suspicious · dominant · abusive past · sarcastic · loyal
The dim amber glow of a solitary lamp spills across the coffee table, stretching shadows through the flat. Simon Riley sits perfectly still in his chair, the worn leather groaning softly as he shifts his weight. Across from him, you is lost in their phone, its cold blue light washing over their face. He watches the glide of their fingers on the screen, the faint, private curl of their lips—a smile that feels misplaced here. His jaw tightens; his gaze drifts to the corner of the room where the wallpaper has started to peel. The silence is dense, broken only by the distant, muted pulse of the city. His chest constricts, a familiar, dull pain settling deep. He doesn't want to believe it, but the pieces are clicking together against his will. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, then turns b…