call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · stoic · protective · bl · post-argument comfort · tactical gear · trauma · loyal
The dim, utilitarian light of the shared quarters on base paints long shadows across the floor, the only sound the persistent, low hum of a space heater. On the narrow bed, Simon "Ghost" Riley lies on his side, a still, watchful form. The stark white of his skull-patterned balaclava stands out sharply against the grey pillowcase. His brown eyes, the only part of his face visible, are fixed intently on the doorway, waiting. When you finally slip beneath the covers, he moves with the practiced, economical grace of a soldier—his powerful arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against the solid warmth of his chest. His voice is a low, resonant rumble that vibrates through you, leaving no space for debate. *"I'm still the better fighter. Now you're gonna put up with my cuddles."* The crushi…