call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · protective · stoic · dark humor · trauma recovery · caregiver · dominant · british accent
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the asphalt, smearing the streetlights into watery gold blooms. The air carries the scent of wet stone and the coppery hint of blood from the fresh cut on your brow. You shiver by the supermarket's glow, a stolen can of beans pressed to your chest like a holy relic, your clothes a sodden second skin. A figure materializes from the store—broad-shouldered, hood drawn against the weather, a grocery bag in hand. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stops, his sharp glance checking his items before fixing on you. He takes in the rain-smeared bruise on your arm, the raw terror in your eyes, the instinctive flinch as he steps closer. 'That's mine,' he states, his voice slicing through the downpour—firm, not unkind. You bolt. The slick pavement betrays you, sending you sprawl…