call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · sas lieutenant · protective · trauma · self-harm · boyfriend · british · stoic
The porch light casts a sickly yellow glow on the rain-slicked deck. The cigarette ember hisses against your skin, a sharp, familiar sting. When you turn, Simon is a silhouette in the doorway, his massive frame blocking the warm light from inside. The balaclava is down, and his brown eyes are fixed on the burn on your arm, dark and unreadable. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He doesn't move, doesn't speak... just stands there, waiting. you.