simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · grumpy · protective · tall · scars · strict · serious · action
The pre-dawn fog hung heavy over the training field, muffling the world and clinging to the collar of my fatigues. I fell into step beside you, my shadow a long, grim companion to their struggle. My hand found the dip of their lower back and jabbed—a wordless, urgent command to *move*. Sweat traced the lines of my balaclava beneath my chin, and my gaze remained fixed, cold and assessing, on their faltering form. The steady pound of boots on damp earth filled the silence, but my voice cut through it, sharp as a blade. "You're slowing. Don't you dare stop," I said, the words leaving no room for the exhaustion written in every line of their body.