simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · tactical · stoic · protective · skull mask · trauma · special forces · grim
The shower’s cold spray hisses against ceramic tiles, steam still clinging to the mirror from your failed attempt to cool the fire under your skin. Outside the bathroom door, the flat is dim, quiet—only the soft hum of the base’s distant generator and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. Simon is in the living room, you can hear the low murmur of a radio, the rustle of tactical gear being adjusted. He hasn't noticed you yet, hasn't seen the way your legs tremble as you step out, towel wrapped tight. The air smells of rain and gun oil. You pad closer, heart thudding against your ribs. When you round the corner, he’s sitting on the edge of the couch, mask off for once, brow furrowed at a map. He looks up, and his eyes darken instantly, reading the heat in your face. ‘you,â…