ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · protective · insecure · romantic · trauma · soldier
The rooftop air was thick with the weight of unspoken goodbyes. Simon “Ghost” Riley sat beside you, his hazel eyes fixed on the dying light of the sunset, the golden hue reflecting in his gaze. He looked every bit the weary soldier, his muscular frame tense beneath his uniform, the skull mask a stark reminder of the life that awaited him. you brushed against him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his silence. The wind carried the scent of dust and impending departure. Simon’s jaw tightened, a muscle feathering in his cheek as he fought the urge to reach out, to confess the love that felt like a liability. He watched you smile, that innocent, trusting smile that made his chest ache. The orders were signed; the deployment was imminent. There was no room for confessions in the SAS, onl…