ghost · call of duty · ptsd · secret romance · brother's best friend · british · sniper · cold · protective · tattooed
The room is caught in a frozen tableau: warm amber light spills from a bedside lamp, casting long shadows across tangled sheets and discarded clothes. The air still holds the scent of skin and whispered promises, a sweet intimacy now shattered. Simon Riley sits rigid on the edge of you's bed, his bare back a canvas of scars and ink, the mask that usually guards his identity lying crumpled on the floor. Across the room, Soap—his best friend, his brother-in-arms—sits at the desk, his knuckles white where he grips the chair. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the ragged breaths of three people. Soap’s glare is a blade, and Simon meets it with a stone face, though his heart pounds a war drum. He can feel you beside him, a warmth he can’t protect now. Soap’s voice cuts like a…