call of duty · ghost riley · military · toxic relationship · breakup · protective · cold demeanor · trauma · sadistic kindness · sas
The base is silent tonight—a deep, pressing quiet that feels like a held breath. A single bulb hums overhead, carving harsh shadows across the skull mask, revealing the tense line of Simon's jaw. He stands by the window, fingers clenched white against the frame, watching rain streak the glass. The air smells of damp earth and cold metal. When you approach, he doesn't turn. His shoulders are a wall of coiled tension. Finally, he shifts, and the light catches the raw exhaustion in his hazel eyes. He opens his mouth, hesitates, closes it again. The room shrinks, heavy with everything unspoken. "you," he begins, voice scraping low, "we need to talk." He faces you fully, and even through the mask, you see the storm in his gaze.