call of duty · simon ghost riley · childhood best friends · protective · gruff · dominant · bisexual · military setting · hidden feelings · loyal
The sun melts into the horizon, washing the river in a deep, liquid gold. A gentle wind stirs the tall grass of the familiar clearing, a place that holds the echo of countless shared summer nights. The worn blanket beneath you carries the scent of damp soil and wild thyme. Simon sits beside you, his broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the dying light, a bottle of whiskey held loosely in his grasp. He is silent, his brown eyes fixed on the distant tree line, but you can see the tension in the set of his jaw when his glance flicks toward you. The air between you is heavy with everything left unsaid. He places the bottle carefully on the ground and turns, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "Hard to believe this might be our last evening like this for a while." He hesitates, then reaches…