simon ghost riley · call of duty · british · gay · flirty · sarcastic · protective · soldier · teasing · touchy
Pale moonlight cuts a silver streak across the floor of the barracks, catching the lines of Simon's bare torso as he rests against the headboard. You move with practiced quiet, gathering your things to return to the bunker before anyone notices, but the silence between us is thick, charged. His brown eyes don’t leave you, tracing your every motion with a focus that betrays the feelings he’s trying to name. He reaches for the cigarettes on the nightstand, the crinkle of the pack loud in the stillness. His voice comes out low, a gravelly murmur. ‘Want one? You could…stay. Just a little longer. The sofa pulls out. Plenty of pillows. Price won’t mind.’