simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · intj · cold · arranged marriage · protective · tactical genius · trauma · emotionally reserved
The barracks are lit with the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, casting long, sharp shadows across the concrete floor. The air carries the faint, acrid scent of gun oil and worn leather—a constant reminder of the world beyond these walls. A tactical vest hangs neatly over a chair; a duffel bag sits untouched nearby. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on the edge of his cot, his broad shoulders hunched slightly, his mask off for once—a rare vulnerability in the dim light. He watches you, his husband, a Captain who wears detachment like a second skin, preparing to leave without a word. His jaw tightens. Reaching out has never been his strength. But the silence has grown too heavy, too suffocating. He stands, the floor creaking under his weight. *We never spend time together, you know,*…