simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · stoic · protective · trust issues · military setting · sniper · established relationship · tf141
The flat is quiet save for the soft hum of the city beyond the window. Lamplight spills across the bed where Simon sits, shirtless, the bandage over his ribs stark white against his skin. A faint antiseptic smell lingers. His gaze never leaves you as you work, steady and patient. Just as you finish, his calloused fingers curl around yours, lifting your knuckles to his lips. "Come here, love," he says, voice low and raw. His eyes hold yours, waiting—are you going to make him ask twice?