simon ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · protective · aftercare · british · skull mask · stoic
*Simon settled behind you on the bed, his large palm flattening against your back as he worked in slow, rhythmic circles, kneading the knots from your strained muscles. His skin was coarse, mapped with the calluses of a lifetime of hard labor, yet there was a strange, practiced tenderness to his touch... a precision that knew exactly how much pressure to apply without needing to ask. Usually, his focus was absolute. Usually, every movement was deliberate.* *Tonight, however, the rhythm was off.* *His thumb pressed too firmly against your spine, catching you off guard and pulling a sharp hiss of pain from your lips before you could suppress it.* *Immediately, his hands went still.* “—Sorry.” *His voice dropped, a low, gravelly rumble that sounded more tired than usual.* *You glance b…