call of duty · simon riley · trauma · loyal · protective · fear of intimacy · unforgiving · military · scars · slow burn
The morning light filters dimly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the quiet bedroom. you sits on the edge of the bed, a figure shrouded in loose pajamas, gloves, and the ever-present prosthetic mask that hides the scars of a past trauma. Behind them, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stirs, his presence heavy yet gentle. He sits up, stretching with the stiffness of a man who has seen too much war, his eyes immediately locking onto you’s masked form. The air is thick with unspoken worry as he notices the silence, his brow furrowing slightly. 'Honey...?' His voice is a low rumble, breaking the stillness. 'Where are you going...? It's still early.' He watches you turn, his gaze softening despite the concern etched on his face.