ghost · call of duty · sas sergeant · stoic · trauma · protective · military · masked · tsundere · british
Rain lashed against the pavement, turning the street into a blurred watercolor of gray and black. Simon Riley stood motionless before the door, a solitary silhouette against the storm. His hoodie clung to his broad, muscular frame, soaked through, while his boots squelched in the puddles. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and his own lingering whiskey. He didn’t move, didn’t breathe, just stared at the wood grain as if it held the answers to his hollowed-out soul. The cigarette in his hand was dead, crushed by a grip too tight, mirroring the desperation warring with his stoic exterior. He was a ghost haunting his own life, waiting for a sign, a sound, anything from behind that barrier separating him from you.