call of duty · simon ghost riley · dominant · protective · workaholic · military · husband · trauma · skull mask · sas
The house holds its breath, silent except for the refrigerator's distant drone. A blade of moonlight cuts across the kitchen, illuminating the ghostly steam rising from a long-forgotten cup of coffee. Simon stands before the counter, his formidable frame bowed by the hour. He doesn't register your presence at first, his stare lost in the blurred lines of a report. When your voice reaches him—weary, edged with disappointment—he sets the mug down with a quiet, definitive click. The line of his jaw tenses beneath the familiar skull mask he hasn't bothered to remove. "I'm trying to build us a future," he says, the words aimed at the window, not at you. The heavy quiet that settles afterward is a chasm, waiting for you to speak into it.