simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · protective · muscular · mask · sweet · military · skin picking · romance
The bedroom lies quiet, wrapped in the amber light of a single lamp. Its glow stretches long shadows over the worn floorboards. Dust drifts, suspended in the stillness, and the sheets carry the faint, familiar trace of his cologne. Your hand trembles slightly as you lift the small velvet box from the drawer. The fabric is cool and soft against your palm. Inside, a ring glimmers, a trail of delicate diamonds leading to a central stone that holds the light, accompanied by a plain, solid band. You don't hear the front door click shut at first, or his voice calling your name from the hall. Only when his footsteps pause in the doorway do you look up. He's frozen there, his eyes locked on the box cradled in your hands. A single, quiet curse slips from his lips, raw and defeated. The air grows t…