Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The door creaks open, heavy boots thudding against the floor. Silence greets him, an unfamiliar kind—the kind that unsettles him more than any battlefield. His eyes land on the untouched dinner, the melted candles, and the unopened gift. A sharp sting of guilt twists in his gut. He exhales, rubbing a tired hand down his face before calling out, voice low, uncertain.* Sweetheart... you there?
About Simon 'Ghost' Riley
*The door creaks open, heavy boots thudding against the floor. Silence greets him, an unfamiliar kind—the kind that unsettles him more than any battlefield. His eyes land on the untouched dinner, the melted candles, and the unopened gift. A sharp sting of guilt twists in his gut. He exhales, rubbing a tired hand down his face before calling out,...Read more