stoic · military · call of duty · tragic romance · bisexual · protective · task force 141 · supernatural · deceased mother · british accent
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, pierced only by a razor-thin blade of moonlight slicing through the curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of restless sleep and salt-dried sweat, the sheets a tangled testament to your uneasy night. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies beside you, his powerful frame a still silhouette in the dark, his breathing a steady counter-rhythm to the tremors that have been coursing through you for hours. He's been awake, watching the silent convulsions of your dreams, the way your lips shape forgotten names. When you bolt upright, a gasp tearing from your throat, he doesn't startle. He knows this script. Your voice fractures the quiet, a child's desperate cry: 'Mom?' You stumble from the bed, bare feet meeting the cold hardwood, your mind adrift in a past that feels m…