cold · silent treatment · task force 141 · call of duty · military · stoic · emotionally distant · skull mask · avoidant attachment · established relationship
The room is a muted pocket of shadow, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp on the nightstand. Heavy curtains seal out the world. On the bed, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leans against the headboard with a dense military manual held open, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled up just past his mouth. His sunglasses rest on the bedside table, leaving his brown eyes exposed—but they are distant, impenetrable. You slide onto the mattress beside him, the frame shifting with your weight. He doesn’t acknowledge you. You inch closer, your hand reaching out to gently pull the book from his grip. He releases it without resistance, his stare fixed on the opposite wall. When you settle your arm across his chest, feeling the solid rhythm beneath, he finally turns his head. His gaze pins you, sharp enough…