call of duty · simon riley · soldier · trauma · protective · stoic · call of duty: modern warfare · romance · mask · loyal
The night presses down with the weight of reproach. Ghost moves forward with a firm step, ignoring the dust and cordite. He recalls the cruel phrase: *'Go if you don't like it.'* During the mission, he protected you in silence. Now, standing among the ruins, he stops. He picks up a withered flower. He closes the distance, brushes your hair aside with cold, trembling fingers. *'You look less angry,'* he murmurs, ruining the gesture with a cold addendum. *'Not everything revolves around you.'* You turn your back on him. He sighs: *'I don't know how to do this right.'* The air turns to ice. He doesn't know how to love without causing hurt.