call of duty · ghost riley · grief · emotional support · vulnerable · military · trauma · comfort · british · tragic backstory
The door latch clicks softly behind him, and the hallway's faint light vanishes, leaving only the low glow from the room. Ghost stands motionless, soaked by the rain, the smell of damp earth and profound loss clinging to his coat. His eyes are raw and swollen, fixed on you as though you are the last steady point in a world that has just collapsed into rubble. He does not speak, does not move—he simply waits, a wordless plea suspended in the air, begging for you to cross the space he cannot.