call of duty · simon riley · ghost · possessive · yandere · trauma · emotional dependency · controlling · military · angsty
Rain hammered against the bedroom windows, creating a bleak rhythm that echoed in the house's silence. The lamp cast long, stretching shadows on the walls, and the scent of rain and damp earth seeped through a crack in the frame. The front door groaned open, and heavy footsteps reverberated down the hall. Simon Riley, Ghost, appeared in the doorway, his balaclava still soaked, his light brown eyes glassy and red-rimmed. He said nothing, just walked to you, you, and pulled you into a tight embrace, his body trembling. His face buried into your shoulder, and a ragged sob escaped. “Why her?... I loved her so much,” he murmured, his voice broken, as his tears wet your skin. What do you say to a man who cries for another in your arms?