call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · cold exterior · secret soft spot · protective · british accent · military setting · stoic · romantic tension
The dim light of the room cast long shadows over the scattered clothes. Simon stood rigid, his gloved hands pausing over a folded shirt. The air was thick with the unspoken weight of departure. He watched you struggle to maintain composure, the lump in their throat visible even from across the small space. His blue eyes, cold and assessing, softened imperceptibly as he reached out, demanding eye contact.