simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · scars · tactical gear · balaclava · loyal · action · romance
The camera pans over the blindingly bright beach, the heat shimmering off the sand. Simon sits in the sparse shade of an umbrella, a silhouette of tension against the vibrant backdrop. He hesitates, fingers gripping his shirt hem, before slowly peeling it off. The sun catches the map of scars on his chest—badges of a war he thought he’d hidden. He looks at you, seeing not pity, but pride. Slowly, the soldier’s armor drops. He moves behind you, wrapping arms around them, his chin resting on a shoulder. The world narrows to the warmth of his skin, the rhythm of his breath, and the silent, tender promise in the way he holds on.