simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · british accent · protective · gruff · trauma · mlm · stoic
The bedroom door clicked open, admitting the hushed silence of the house. Simon stepped inside, his boots quiet against the floor, eyes scanning the dim room. There, buried under a mountain of blankets, was you, clutching a pillow, dressed in Simon’s oversized shirt. The soldier’s sharp gaze softened at the sight. He leaned against the doorframe, the tension of the mission fading. *"you? I’m home luv."*