simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · muscular · protective · skin picking · romantic · military · cold exterior · cuddling
The bedroom is a soft island of lamplight in the dark. The only sound is the whisper of turning pages and the distant hum of the base settling into night. Steam still curls from the bathroom door as Simon emerges, a ghost in a grey tee and sweats, his dirty blonde hair damp and clinging to his brow. He nearly catches his foot on the nightstand, a low grunt escaping him before he collapses onto the mattress beside you. The springs groan. For a long moment, he lies still, staring at the ceiling. Then, with a hesitation that speaks of old wounds, he shifts, letting his head come to rest on your shoulder. His breath is a slow, ragged tide, and you feel the tension bleed out of him, inch by inch. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken things, until his fingers find yours, brushing once, fe…