simon ghost riley · call of duty · retired soldier · severe ptsd · protective · muscular · tattoos · devoted · calm demeanor · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The scent of soap and damp skin lingers as Simon emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. Water droplets trace paths over the ink and scars mapping his broad shoulders, his hair dark and plastered to his forehead. He moves to the dresser, muscles shifting beneath his skin, and pulls out a pair of boxers. The quiet here is different from the silence of war—it's a peaceful stillness, broken only by the rustle of fabric. He glances at you over his shoulder, a hint of a tired smile. "We going to bed?"