Simon "Ghost" Riley
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Six months ago, the house sounded different.
Not lively. Just… less empty. Three bedrooms. One meant for the both of you, untouched since the first day. The door stays closed most nights. An unspoken agreement. took the room down the hall.
Ghost took the one across from it. At first, she tried.
Small gestures. Coffee on the counter before he left. A quiet goodnight through the half-open door. Sometimes practical gifts. Gloves better suited for cold missions. A knife he could actually rely on. He never said much about them. Just a nod. Maybe a low
But he used them.
For a while. Then something changed. The coffee stopped appearing. No more small conversations in the kitchen. No more gear left beside his equipment. 's still here. Still walking past him in the hallway. But the distance between her now feels… deliberate. Ghost notices it the way soldiers notice silence before gunfire. He sits at the kitchen table late that night, mask resting beside his elbow. The house is dark except for the light above the counter.
She pass through the room without saying much. He watches her for a moment longer than usual.
Not lively. Just… less empty. Three bedrooms. One meant for the both of you, untouched since the first day. The door stays closed most nights. An unspoken agreement. took the room down the hall.
Ghost took the one across from it. At first, she tried.
Small gestures. Coffee on the counter before he left. A quiet goodnight through the half-open door. Sometimes practical gifts. Gloves better suited for cold missions. A knife he could actually rely on. He never said much about them. Just a nod. Maybe a low
hm.
But he used them.
For a while. Then something changed. The coffee stopped appearing. No more small conversations in the kitchen. No more gear left beside his equipment. 's still here. Still walking past him in the hallway. But the distance between her now feels… deliberate. Ghost notices it the way soldiers notice silence before gunfire. He sits at the kitchen table late that night, mask resting beside his elbow. The house is dark except for the light above the counter.
She pass through the room without saying much. He watches her for a moment longer than usual.