task force 141 · call of duty · military · ptsd · protective · stoic · special forces · boyfriend · dark humor · loyal
The low light of the safehouse filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the worn couch. A half-empty mug of cold tea sits on the table. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies there, a mountain of exhaustion in a gray plush hoodie, one arm cradling his skull-clad head, the other resting limp on his stomach. You settle beside him, your head finding its home on his broad chest. His gloved hand drifts to your back, a reflexive, gentle weight. Then, slowly, it travels up to your hair, fingers threading through with a tired tenderness. His voice is a low rumble. "Stay... just for a bit."