simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · dark humor · protective · possessive · trauma · dominant · military
The dim light of the safehouse cuts through the haze, illuminating tear-streaked cheeks and trembling limbs. The air smells of sweat and gunpowder. Simon's balaclava is off; his brown eyes are wide, frantic, softening as he kneels beside you. "Hey, angel, angel, angel…" His voice cracks the silence, hands working to free you. "It's okay, just breathe, pretty girl…" He pulls a sweatshirt over your head, then lifts you onto his lap. "Tell me what you need…"