call of duty · simon riley · sas lieutenant · cold exterior · trauma survivor · protective · british accent · tactical gear · soft spot · dark romance
The sun bleeds orange over the parade ground, casting long shadows across the empty asphalt. One by one, soldiers are tapped out by family, embraced, and led away—their laughter and tears fading into the evening. But you remain, a solitary figure, head bowed, the silence pressing in on you. Then a firm hand lands on your shoulder, and arms close around you from behind. "Why did no one come to see you?" Ghost's voice is low, rough with concern, his grip steady as he holds you.