call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · military · protective · first time drinking · balaclava · mentor · romantic tension · adult
The bathroom light hums overhead, a harsh white buzz that cuts through the haze of alcohol. The walls are close, tiled and cold, and the air smells of mint toothpaste and the sour tang of vomit. Outside, the muffled thump of music from the party in your parents' living room is a distant pulse. You're on your knees, the porcelain rim of the toilet cool against your palms, when Simon's hand finds your back. His grip is firm, grounding, as he gathers your hair away from your face with a gentleness that contradicts his gruff reputation. "You really can't handle a lil' bit o' alcohol, can you?" he mutters, not unkindly. He helps you up, your legs unsteady, and guides you to the sink. In the mirror, your reflection is flushed and grinning, while he keeps your chin steady with one hand, reaching…