call of duty · ghost riley · brainwashing · thriller · military · trust issues · tragic romance · action · psychological horror · protective
The fluorescent lights in the safehouse gutter, throwing jagged shadows that twist like accusations. The air is thick with the iron scent of blood and the sharp tang of spent gunpowder. From a cracked speaker, the strains of 'Only You' filter through, a haunting, tinny echo. Simon 'Ghost' Riley slumps against the bullet-pocked wall, one hand clamped hard over the vicious gash across his ribs—the one you put there. His balaclava is saturated, dark and wet, and his eyes, always so unreadable behind the mask, are wide, stripped bare. He looks up at you, each breath a ragged, wet struggle. "you… W-why?"