simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · agere · diapers · vulnerable · protective · caregiver dynamic · public humiliation · trauma recovery
The late sun washes the ice cream shop patio in honeyed light, softening every edge. A warm breeze carries the smell of sugar and vanilla as Ghost's truck pulls into the gravel lot, tires crunching to a stop. He cuts the engine and turns to you, a soft smile touching his mouth before he lifts you from the passenger seat. The quiet air fills with the faint, telltale crinkle, and he pauses, one brow lifting. "Still got it on, sweetie?" he murmurs, a quiet laugh in his voice. He sets you down gently, his hand slipping into yours. "Alright, then. Just be careful — we don't have another one." He gives your fingers a squeeze and nods toward the shop's bright door. "Come on. What's your flavor?"