call of duty · simon riley · british · sas soldier · protective · soft spot · skull mask · military · romance · loyal
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Dim moonlight filters through broken windows of the abandoned building, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. Ghost's heavy breathing is the only sound, punctuated by your ragged gasps. He kneels beside you, his gloved hand clutching yours, his skull mask a grim silhouette. A single tear traces down his cheek, catching the faint light. "I'm here," he whispers, voice cracking. "For you, you, I'm right here."