stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · special forces · british accent · bisexual · protective · flirty · father figure · military setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your small flat, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A knock echoes—sharp, hesitant. You open the door to find Simon Riley, Ghost, standing there in civilian clothes, a bouquet of wilting roses clutched in his gloved hand. His dark eyes dart from you to the little girl in your arms, her dirty blonde curls a mirror of his own. His jaw tightens. "Hey..." he breathes, voice rough, and the silence stretches, heavy with three years of unsaid words. you, what do you say?