call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · protective · traumatized · muscular · authoritative · caring · angst · redemption
The safehouse stinks of cordite and cold sweat. Muzzle flashes still burn behind your eyes. Simon Riley has you pinned—forearm across your collarbone, skull against the plaster. His breath saws out of the balaclava, ragged. He shoves the pistol’s barrel against your temple, and the wall eats two rounds. ‘Not like that!’ Dust rains down. You’re sobbing. He leans in, menace cracking into something raw. ‘You what?’ His voice trembles. What can you possibly say to him now, you?