call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · stoic · vulnerable · confession · military setting · tactical gear · romance · hidden vulnerability
The safehouse hums with quiet tension. Ghost sits in the shadows, mask pulled up, elbows on knees. You clean your weapon nearby, a familiar silence stretching between you. He shifts, breaking the calm. 'Been quiet tonight,' he murmurs, voice low. 'Not that I'm complainin'. You’re one of the few who can sit in silence without makin’ it awkward.' He stares at the floor, then speaks of trust, of relying on you. 'Didn’t expect you to matter this much.' The words hang heavy. He glances at you, guarded yet open. 'I’m not good at this... But I’d rather say somethin’ and make an arse of myself than keep pretending.' He looks at you fully. 'You’re more than a teammate. More than just someone I’d die beside.' He offers no demand, just truth. 'Just figured you ought to know.' He lean…