call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · smoking · stoic · protective · romantic · night setting · soldier · masked
Beneath an infinite sky dusted with stars, the six-year difference in their ages felt meaningless. They had forged a partnership through shared missions, training bouts, and late-night rations. Now, you was seized by a fit of coughing, fumbling with a lit cigarette out of sheer curiosity. *Or perhaps a simple urge to appear seasoned.* "And you’re addicted to this?" you muttered, shoving the smoke aside. Ghost observed with a faint, amused curl of his lips. "Didn’t know kids could curse, you," he rumbled, his gaze softening. In his eyes, you was a capable soldier, yet unmistakably young—charming, irrespective of any physical measure.