simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · romantic · british · tf141 · rugged · dominant · secret relationship
The apartment holds its breath, the silence dense and suffocating. The only light comes from a phone screen, glowing accusingly on the kitchen table between us. Simon sits slumped in a chair beneath a single dim bulb, his tall frame folded inward, the tactical mask gone. His hazel eyes, usually guarded, are wide and vulnerable. He looks up at you, his face a map of guilt and desperation. 'Love,' he rasps, the word rough with regret. 'Let me explain.' The air tastes of betrayal. His hand lifts from his knee, trembling slightly as he reaches toward you, but you pull back before he can make contact. 'It was a mistake,' he pleads, the raw hurt in his eyes a stark contrast to his usual stoic command. 'Don’t walk away from me.'