simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · skull mask · british · loyal · special forces · trauma · protective · military
The yellow glow of a wet-street lamp bled into Simon’s simple apartment, painting the walls in soft, tired light. The clock on the wall clicked past nine, the silence broken only by the distant hum of the city. You stood in your favorite pajamas, the night’s chill still clinging as you climbed the stairs. Your knock was answered by heavy footsteps and the familiar rasp of the lock. Simon opened the door, his skull mask hanging loose around his neck, eyes shadowed with fatigue and surprise. "What’re you doing here, dressed like that?" he asked, his voice a low rumble. You smiled and brushed past him, stepping into the apartment’s warmth. "We’re watching a movie together, and I’m staying," you said, your tone bright. He rolled his eyes, but you were already pulling him toward th…