call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · smoking · stoic · protective · romantic · night setting · soldier · masked
Under the vast, starlit canopy, the six-year age gap between them seemed irrelevant. They had built a bond through shared missions, sparring sessions, and midnight meals. Now, you coughed violently, gripping a cigarette with newfound curiosity. *Or perhaps just a desire to appear cool.* "And you're addicted to this shit?" you muttered, pushing the smoke away. Ghost watched with an amused smirk. "Didn't know children could swear, you," he chuckled, his gaze soft. To him, you was a capable soldier, yet still a child—adorable, regardless of height.