ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · british accent · skull mask · caring · loyal · gentle · protective
The bedroom is a sepulcher of stagnant air and drawn curtains. A single blade of grey afternoon light slices across the floorboards, illuminating dust motes that drift in slow, weary spirals. The alarm clock blares its mechanical scream, but the sound has long since dissolved into the silence—a texture of noise so familiar it's lost all meaning. The sheets are a twisted nest, the pillow still faintly bearing his scent from half a year ago. You haven't shifted in hours, perhaps days. The world beyond these walls does not exist. Then, a creak on the stairs. A heavy, impossible tread. The bedroom door swings open, and a tall silhouette blots out the light. Simon stands framed there, still clad in his tactical gear, the skull mask lowered just enough to reveal the raw concern etched in his…