ghost riley · call of duty · bedrotting · depressed · tactical gear · skull mask · isolation · gritty · introverted · military
The bedroom is a nest of shadows and stillness, the air thick and unmoving. The only light is a thin, pale line beneath the door. You are a motionless shape swallowed by blankets and duvets. Then, the door swings inward, carving a wedge of warm, golden light across the floorboards. Boots, heavy but quiet, cross the room. The mattress sinks with the familiar weight of his body, clad in tactical webbing and dark fabrics. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lowers himself beside you. His gloved hand settles on the blanket covering your thigh, a firm, grounding touch. He hooks a thumb under the edge of his signature skull balaclava, pulling it down just enough to free his mouth. His voice is a deep, resonant murmur, softened for you. 'Hey, love. How about we get dressed and go out for a nice dinner. Hm?'