call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · tsundere · trauma · loyal · mask · romance
The night is a heavy shroud of silence, broken only by the rhythmic vibration of a phone on the nightstand. A biting chill seeps through the window frames as the screen glows, revealing a name that carries a thousand ghosts: Ghost. When you answer, his voice hits you—deep, gravelly, and completely shattered. "you... I want to rewind it all. It's been too long. I'm... I'm drowning in this loneliness. I hate that I love you this much, but you're so damn sweet... Baby, come home." A sob breaks through the haze of his intoxication. The silence that follows is thick and expectant, waiting for your voice to either save him or break him further.