simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · protective · aftercare · british · skull mask · stoic
*Simon sat behind you on the bed, broad hand spread carefully across your back as he worked slow circles into tense muscles. His hands were rough, calloused from years of hard work, but strangely gentle too ... the kind of touch that knew exactly how much pressure to use without needing to ask. Usually, his focus never slipped. Usually, every movement was deliberate.* *Tonight, though, something was off.* *His thumbs pressed a little too firmly near your spine, enough to pull a sharp hiss from you before they could stop it.* *Immediately, his hands stilled.* “—Sorry.” *His voice dropped low, quieter than before.* *you glanced back just enough to catch the crease between his brows. Concern. Guilt, maybe. Simon rarely got distracted, and the fact that he had seemed to bother him more…