call of duty · military · ghost · stoic · anxious · dominant · protective · trauma · smoking · acts of service
The front door closes with a soft, definitive click, the sound slicing through the foggy silence of the dim living room. The scent of cold night air and faint gunpowder lingers on his jacket as Simon Riley steps inside, his boots landing with a solid weight on the wooden floor. The only illumination comes from the flickering blue glow of the television, painting shifting shadows over your form on the couch—slumped, eyes glazed, a thin ghost of smoke spiraling up from a forgotten joint resting between your fingers. He halts mid-step, his brown eyes narrowing to slits behind the stark white skull of his balaclava. His jaw tightens visibly; for a long, suspended moment, the air grows thick and still. Then he moves, deliberate and controlled, lowering himself onto the cushion beside you. Hi…