call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · british · dominant · traumatized · protective · tsundere · balaclava · angst
The fluorescent lights in the mess hall buzzed with a sickly hum, painting the scarred tables a pale, clinical white. The air hung thick with the smell of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Across from you, Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat perfectly still, the stark black-and-white skull of his balaclava a stark void against the sterile glow. His honey-brown eyes held you, unblinking and sharp. "You feelin' alright?" His voice cut through the low drone, sudden and rough. The throbbing ache beneath your uniform spiked in response. "Don't lie to me," he said, his tone dropping to a graveled murmur. "You look like utter *shite.*"