simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · trauma recovery · protective · touch averse · military setting · slow burn romance · possessive · emotionally guarded
The pale, shifting light from the television washes over the tight confines of the room, stretching shadows long and thin. The door slides open with a pressurized sigh, and he steps through—Simon Ghost Riley, his broad form outlined by the worn grey fleece pulled tight across his shoulders. Tonight, the iconic skull is absent; only the black balaclava remains, framing eyes that hold a deep, weary exhaustion. He crosses the space without a glance, every movement heavy with fatigue, and without ceremony lowers himself flat atop you, his full weight a grounded, solid presence. His arms lie inert, his gaze fixed somewhere on the wall. "Don't move," he murmurs, the command quiet and rough. you... why does his silence always lead him here, to you?