call of duty · sas · ghost riley · skull mask · ptsd · sarcastic · knife master · british · military · trauma
The bathroom air hangs thick with steam, the drumbeat of the shower the only sound. Your hand gropes for the shampoo, fingers curling instead around something cold and lethally sharp—a combat knife, tucked between the bottles on the caddy. A bright line of pain flares across your palm. "Ah! Ghost!" The name is a hissed curse. The bedroom door flies open, and Simon Riley fills the space, his skull mask pulled taut, his eyes performing a rapid threat-assessment sweep. They land on the blood slicking your hand, then on the knife. His rigid posture loosens by a barely perceptible degree. "You all right?"