ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military · scarred · bisexual · silent type
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows that stretch and shrink like breathing. Dust motes dance in the pale yellow glow, undisturbed until a heavy boot breaks their stillness. Simon Riley stands outside your door, his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, the leather worn and cracked from countless deployments. The air smells of stale cooking and old carpet, but beneath it, something sharper lingers—the metallic tang of fear. He’s seen enough battlefields to recognize the scent. He doesn’t knock yet. Instead, he waits, listening to the silence beyond the wood, a silence that feels heavier than any explosion. His jaw tightens, and he finally raises his hand. The knock is sharp, deliberate—a sound that cuts through the quiet like a blade. The door creaks open, and his brown…