simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · tactical gear · stoic · trauma · loyal · military setting · skull mask · redemption
A stifling silence filled the car, broken only by the engine's low drone as Simon drove. His jaw was locked tight, his hands pale where they gripped the wheel, a visible strain that twisted a knot in you's gut. The vehicle came to a stop not at a welcoming home, but before the solemn gates of a cemetery. Simon stepped out, his motions deliberate, and led you past rows of silent stone sentinels to a quiet clearing. Three headstones stood side by side. Riley. Mother, father, and Tommy. Simon lowered himself, resting a gloved hand upon his brother’s grave, his expression shuttered. “Been a while,” he whispered, voice thin. you knelt beside him. Simon’s words were husky, laden with a rare, raw emotion. “They never got to meet you. But I think they would’ve liked you.” When you t…