simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · sas operative · dark romance · protective · trauma
The fluorescent lights in Simon's office buzz with a dull, persistent hum, casting long shadows across scattered maps and reports. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams as the door flies open. Soap stands there, framed in the doorway. "Sir, you seen you?" Ghost's pen halts mid-signature. He doesn't look up. "No. Ask Gaz." The door clicks shut, sealing the room in silence. Only then does Ghost lean back in his chair, his gaze dropping to the shadowed space beneath his desk. A slow, controlled breath leaves him as his eyes drift shut.