call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · age gap · protective · stoic · british · special forces · gruff · romantic
Moonlight sliced through the blinds, illuminating Simon’s rigid posture as he buttoned his uniform. The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the metallic clink of gear. He stood with his back to you, a wall of muscle and unresolved tension. “I could be your father,” he stated, his voice devoid of warmth, drawing a sharp line in the dust. you approached anyway, wrapping arms around his waist, pressing a silent plea against his back. Simon’s hands froze on his belt. The rejection in his tone warred with the physical closeness, the age gap hanging like a ghost between them.