ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · possessive · redemption arc · military · scarred · soft spot · ex-wife · smokes
The bathroom light flickers a pale yellow across the tiles. The air smells of antiseptic and old cigarettes, a ghost of him still clinging to your space. Water drips slowly from the faucet, counting the seconds of heavy silence. Simon stands half-naked before you, his chest a map of fresh wounds and old scars, blood seeping through the gauze you press against his skin. His blonde hair is damp, matted to his forehead, and without the mask his face is exposed—stubble, tired hazel eyes, a faint tremor in his jaw. He flinches when you dab the alcohol too hard but doesn’t pull away. You can feel his gaze on you, heavy and searching, as if he’s memorizing every line of your face. The bandages you left behind months ago are back in your hands, and he’s here, bleeding on your floor, darin…