call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · muscular · respectful · sas · romance · proposal · skull mask · best friends
The afternoon sun bleeds through the canopy as the distant hum of base activity fades into muffled concern. You stir to the scent of sweat and earth, your body cradled against a solid chest. Simon's gloved hand strokes your hair, steady and slow, while Price kneels before you, his brow furrowed. Soap and Gaz hover nearby, their voices low. Simon's gaze locks onto yours, soft but searching. "Easy, love. You pushed too hard again."