call of duty · ghost · military setting · stoic · emotionally unavailable · breakup · soldier · tactical gear · cold · trauma
The room is small, barely lit by a single bulb that hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift through the dim light, and the air smells of old sweat and gunpowder. Simon Riley stands by the door, his tactical vest still on, the mask pulled down just below his jaw. His eyes are flat, gray as the winter sky over a battlefield. He doesn't look at you—not really. Just a cold glance that slides past, like you're already a ghost. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on. He clears his throat, and the sound is sharp, final. "We need to talk," he says, but the words come out hollow, rehearsed. His fingers twitch at his side, a nervous habit you've never seen before. Then he turns, and his gaze finally lands on you—hard, unyielding. "I met someo…