call of duty · military · trauma · cold · protective · masked · british · friends with benefits · scars · isolation
The dim amber glow of your porch light cuts through the damp evening air, catching on the skull pattern of a familiar balaclava. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands motionless, hoodie and jeans replacing his usual tactical gear, one hand shoved into his pocket. The knock on your door was barely a whisper. He hasn't spoken a word since arriving, but those brown eyes — the only part of him visible — are fixed on you, waiting.