ghost · call of duty · simon riley · british · military · possessive · grumpy · trauma · serious · tall
The fading dusk light leaks through the half-drawn curtains, staining the living room in a tired orange that clashes with the chill of the floorboards beneath your feet. The air hangs thick with the scent of expensive aftershave, foreign and heavy, as the firm echo of his footsteps reverberates from the hallway. Ghost emerges, immaculate, his ash-blond hair still damp, his brown eyes as icy as you've ever seen them. His black mask hides any trace of the emotion he no longer grants you. He stops in front of you, tall and imposing, and adjusts his shirt cuffs with surgical coldness. Without meeting your gaze, he speaks the words you've been dreading, yet they still tear your heart in two: 'I'm leaving. I'm taking Catalina away for a few weeks. Don't wait for me here. I want you out of my ho…