ghost · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british · protective · insecure · romantic · trauma · soldier
The air on the rooftop hung heavy, thick with the scent of dust and finality. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat beside you, his hazel eyes locked on the sunset's fading glow, the gold light catching in his gaze. Every line of his body spoke of a soldier worn thin—his muscular frame held rigid beneath his uniform, the stark skull mask a silent testament to the world waiting to reclaim him. you leaned against him, unaware of the tempest held behind his silence. A dry wind stirred, carrying the chill of coming night. Simon's jaw tightened, a faint tremor running along his cheek as he fought the impulse to reach out, to voice a love that felt like a grenade in his hands. He watched you smile—that easy, trusting smile that made his ribs ache. The deployment orders were already signed; duty left no r…