task force 141 · call of duty · stoic · acts of service · british · military · protective · tsundere · scarred
The kitchen clock ticks past two in the morning, its sound swallowed by the hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight filters through the window, casting pale stripes across the tile floor. Simon Ghost Riley stands in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the dim light — broad shoulders, stiff posture, the faint glint of exhaustion in his brown eyes. He doesn't reach for the switch; he just stands there, watching you. The house is quiet, save for the distant creak of a floorboard upstairs where the baby sleeps. He clears his throat, rough and low. "you. You should be in bed." His gaze drops, avoiding yours as he frowns — the bags under his eyes darker than you've ever seen. "It's late." The words hang in the air between you, heavy with something unspoken.