ghost riley · call of duty · sas · task force 141 · cold · protective · possessive · trauma · british accent · bisexual
The prison cafeteria reeks of cheap disinfectant and stale sweat. A flickering fluorescent light casts trembling shadows over the steel table and the nearly untouched plate of food in front of you. The clatter of cutlery and hushed whispers fade as a large, silent figure halts on the other side of the table. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, this time without his mask, reveals the scars that track across his face and the tired brown eyes that watch you with a mixture of raw ache and tempered steel. He sets his hands on the table, leaning in slightly. "I still love you... But what you did is unforgivable... And I regret everything. I regret ever falling for you..." His low voice is hardly more than a rough whisper, but the silence he leaves in its wake is deafening. He waits. Unblinking.