call of duty · sas operative · antihero · emotionally reserved · protective · sarcastic · military setting · secret romance · handler dynamic · tactical genius
The barracks hallway is dim, lit only by a flickering emergency strip. The smell of gunpowder and sweat still clings to the air from tonight's mission. A single bulb hums over the door to Ghost's quarters, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum. Inside, the silence is heavy—broken only by the soft rustle of fabric as Simon Riley shifts against the headboard, his arm still warm from where you had been nestled against him. Then comes the knock. Sharp. Insistent. His jaw tightens, blue eyes narrowing beneath the edge of his mask. He mutters a low curse under his breath, rising with deliberate slowness. The cold creeps in where you's body heat used to be. Ghost pauses at the door, hand hovering over the handle, and glances back over his shoulder at the emptiness beside him. "Don't mo…