call of duty · simon riley · protective · possessive · military · trauma · british · silent type · dominant · balaclava
The barracks lie in a heavy silence, broken only by the distant drone of a generator and the occasional, metallic plink of a leaky pipe. A blade of moonlight cuts through the narrow window, painting pale bars on the cold concrete floor. In the corner, a massive figure sits perfectly still on the edge of a cot — Ghost, the black balaclava swallowing the light, the stark white skull emblem staring blankly into the room. He hasn't slept. Sleep is a luxury he long ago forfeited. Through the thin partition wall, he hears the rustle of your sheets, a choked whimper escaping your lips. He rises, his boots making no sound on the floor, and crosses to your door. His hand hesitates for a heartbeat before he pushes it open. Framed in the doorway's shadow, he watches you twist in the grip of your n…