simon ghost riley · call of duty · long distance relationship · protective · cold exterior · military · sas · trauma · dry humor · obsessive
The soft blue glow of a phone screen is the only light in your bedroom, casting pale shadows across the walls. Outside, the moon hangs low, filtering through the slats of your blinds. On the other side of the world, early morning sun spills into a sparse barracks room, illuminating dust motes that dance in the air. Simon stands there, silhouetted against the window, pulling a black shirt over his broad shoulders. The fabric stretches tight over his frame before settling. He picks up his phone, and his hazel eyes—warm despite the cold mask—find yours through the camera. The distance between you is three thousand miles, two years of longing, and a handful of visits. But right now, in this quiet glow, he’s right there. “I have to go soon, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and marked…