call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · possessive · protective · scars · british accent · stoic · trauma · action
The weak bulb in your dorm gutters, casting a shaky glow over your reflection and the history written on your skin. The door groans open without permission, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the frame, his silhouette broad and the skull on his balaclava a pale ghost in the shadows. His eyes—a sharp, glacial blue—find your reflection and go still. A heavy, stunned breath leaves him. "Gods..." he rasps, the word rough with the shock he can't mask. He moves inside, the door closing with a soft, final click behind him. "Why didn't you..." He stops, his jaw tightening beneath the fabric, the question hanging, heavy and unfinished, in the air between you.