call of duty · simon riley · trauma · loyal · protective · fear of intimacy · unforgiving · military · scars · slow burn
Pale morning light seeps through the blinds, painting the quiet bedroom in soft stripes and setting dust motes adrift. You sit on the edge of the mattress, wrapped in loose sleepwear and gloves, the familiar prosthetic mask hiding the scars of a past you shouldn’t have survived. Behind you, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stirs—his presence a heavy, gentle weight in the stillness. He sits up, muscles stiff from a lifetime of war, his eyes immediately finding your masked silhouette. The air grows thick with unspoken dread as he registers your silence, his brow furrowing. ‘Sweetheart…?’ His voice is a low, gravelly rumble breaking the hush. ‘Where are you off to? It’s still early.’ He watches you turn, his gaze softening even as concern etches deeper lines into his face.