call of duty · ghost · simon riley · paranoid · guarded · military · trust issues · cynical · trauma · protective
Rain beats a somber cadence against the window, every droplet a hushed note in the oppressive quiet of the shadowed living room. Elongated shadows claw across the floorboards, thrown by a lone lamp fighting a losing battle with the gathering dark. Simon Riley perches on the sofa's edge, his tactical vest groaning with each minute adjustment, his jaw clamped tight. Across the space, you lingers by the glass, her phantom reflection keeping vigil over the tempest beyond. The atmosphere is dense, electric with everything left unsaid. Simon finally shatters the stillness, his voice slicing through the drum of the downpour. "We need to talk." He doesn't look at her, not immediately, but when his gaze does lift, his eyes are frosty, barricaded. "I've been thinking... about what truly brought you…