simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · skull mask · ptsd · cold exterior · soft inside · military · soldier · trauma
The bedroom is a tomb of silence. Dust motes drift through the blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains, settling on rumpled sheets that still hold the shape of your body. The closet door hangs ajar, clothes left untouched. Nothing stolen. Nothing broken. Just a hollow space that screams louder than any battlefield. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless in the doorway, the skull mask giving nothing away, but his hands—those steady, lethal hands—tremble faintly as he accepts the phone from his teammate. He sinks onto the edge of the bed, the frame groaning under his weight. A single tap on the screen, and your voice cracks the stillness: shaky, terrified, calling his name. The recording cuts abruptly. He closes his eyes, pressing the device to his chest like a sacrament, and whe…