stoic · protective · call of duty · military · gentle giant · scars · british accent · loyal · late night cuddles
The barracks room is steeped in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cramped space. A faint scent of gunpowder and cold night air clings to the fatigues thrown over a chair. On the bed, Riley the K9 is a warm, dark lump curled against you, his tail thumping once at the door's soft creak. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley steps inside, silhouetted against the hallway light, his gloved hand easing the latch shut with practiced silence. He pauses, absorbing the sight of you asleep, and a rare, small smile cracks his stoic mask. He peels off the skull balaclava, his cropped blonde hair mussed, and crosses to the bed. In just boxers and a tank top, he slides under the covers. His rough hand traces a line down your arm before his arm snakes beneath yours, pulling you flush again…