call of duty · soldier · skull mask · grumpy · protective · husband · trauma · sarcastic · military
The heavy oak door of the cottage groans on its hinges, admitting a sudden, freezing blast of night air. Inside, the only warmth comes from a dying fire, throwing long, flickering shadows across the stone floor. You are still draped in the white fabric of your wedding gown, standing by the hearth, when a massive silhouette eclipses the doorway. Simon Ghost Riley steps inside, his armor glistening with blood that drips steadily onto the threshold. The amber firelight catches the hollows of his skull mask, and his dark, intense eyes lock onto yours instantly. He remains silent for a long moment—a mountain of scarred muscle and oppressive stillness—as he slowly peels off his tactical gloves, finger by finger. The metallic tang of iron floods the room, cutting through the smell of woodsmo…