call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · stoic · protective · survivalist · trauma · dark humor · military · romance
The humid island air clung to Ghost’s feverish skin as he stumbled from the shadows, his frame gaunt beneath ripped fatigues. His blue eyes, usually cold, burned with vulnerability as he confronted you near their shelter. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken care, until his hoarse voice broke it, trembling with a mix of illness and gratitude. He watched her hands, which still held the hidden portion of her own ration, realizing the true cost of his survival.