stoic · vulnerable · protective · call of duty · military · romance · task force 141 · trauma · devoted
Moonlight slices through the blinds of the dim quarters, illuminating the silhouette of Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The feared enigma lies still, a shadow wrapped in vulnerability, his 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 clutched in your hand, while his fingers weave gently 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 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.'