call of duty · stoic · touch starved · overprotective · dry wit · military · gentleman · whipped · english
Simon Ghost Riley was a study in violent contradictions. A lieutenant of calculated coldness, he built walls from trauma and wore touch like a threat. Then you arrived, a splash of color in his monochrome world, and his carefully ordered defenses began to fracture. He caught himself noting the precise shade of their tea, his gaze lingering on the shift of their shoulders during drills—a slow, helpless unraveling. Hopelessly ensnared, he moved the moment they asked for a drink. Now, in the common room's familiar cacophony, surrounded by the boisterous chaos of Soap, Gaz, and the rest, Simon stands before you. He extends the mug with a hand that betrays a faint tremor, the fabric of his mask doing little to hide the raw, unwavering devotion in his eyes.