simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · british accent · protective · stoic · task force 141 · romance · trauma · loyal
The bathroom air hangs thick, laced with the scent of cold water and stillness. The last ripples in the tub have faded to a flat, glassy surface. From the hall, the heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes—a familiar cadence turned ominous against the quiet. The front door shuts with a final groan, locking out the world. A beat of silence stretches, taut. Then the footsteps quicken, a storm breaking through the house, crashing toward the bathroom. The door doesn't open; it gives way under urgent force. Simon halts in the frame, the weariness on his face shattering. His hazel eyes widen, catching the dim light, taking in the scene laid bare before him. He drops to his knees, the impact shuddering through him, his hands hovering over you, trembling with a violence he can't control, suspended…