ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · gruff · protective · skull mask · bisexual · tough love
The house had become a tomb, swallowing every sound. Dust motes danced in the thin, sickly slivers of light filtering through the curtains, and the air tasted of stale grief and neglected meals. On the table, a single unlit candle stood like a monument to a life interrupted. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped through the front door, the heavy click of the lock echoing through the hollow silence. His boots struck the floor with a rhythmic, military precision, each step a declaration that he had returned. He found you by the window, curled into a tight, fragile knot—a portrait of total absence. He remained silent at first, simply observing the way the dim light caught the hollows of your eyes. Then he moved, sinking into a crouch beside you, his calloused fingers grazing your wrist with a tender…