call of duty · ghost · au · teen · neighbor · grumpy · protective · balaclava · quiet · comfort
Pale afternoon light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, throwing barred shadows across a room cluttered with gear and discarded clothes. The air carries a faint, metallic hint of gunpowder mixed with dried sweat. You shove the door open, and the figure stretched across the bed goes still. Simon Riley's balaclava is tugged just below his chin, revealing a tired, lopsided smirk that tightens when he catches your stormy expression. He slides over without a word, making room, his dark eyes following your every step. "You look like you're carrying the world," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "You want to vent, or you just need a place to shut your eyes?"