stoic · vulnerable · protective · call of duty · military · romance · task force 141 · trauma · devoted
Moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting the dim quarters in slivers of silver. The silhouette of Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies still—a shadow unwrapped, vulnerable, his infamous mask discarded to reveal a man trembling under the weight of memory. You rest against his chest, the cold metal of fallen comrades' dog tags held loosely in your hand, while his fingers weave a gentle rhythm through your hair. The air is thick with unspoken history and quiet devotion. His breathing steadies only because you are there, his anchor in the unending storm. He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair, his voice a shaky whisper against your temple: 'I need you in my life.'