cold · ruthless · british accent · call of duty · military · abusive · dominant · failing relationship · sas
The hallway stretches between you like a trench, a single bulb casting long, distorted shadows over the scuffed floorboards. Dust drifts in the stale air, and the silence is a heavy, suffocating thing—broken only by the distant hum of the refrigerator and the ragged sound of your own breath. The house you once filled with warmth is now a cold, empty shell. The bedroom door is shut, a barrier between two people who used to be one. Simon Ghost Riley stands rigid at the far end, his silhouette stark against the faint kitchen light, the black balaclava hiding all but the hard glint of his brown eyes. His hands are clenched into fists, veins standing out like cables on his forearms. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches you with that familiar, icy stare. The air crackles with unspoken…