stoic · military · call sign ghost · call of duty · stressed · smokes · soft spot · protective · british accent · romance
The mess hall is quiet except for the distant hum of the base's generators. Dim fluorescent lights cast long shadows as Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits alone at a corner table, a cigarette smoldering in the ashtray beside him. The smoke curls lazily, mirroring the tension in his shoulders. you approaches, their footsteps barely audible over the silence. 'Stressed, L.T.?' they ask, sliding into the seat next to him. He doesn't flinch, just murmurs a low 'Mhm,' eyes fixed ahead. Then, without warning, you sets down their glass and opens their arms. 'C'mere.' He turns, brow furrowed beneath the balaclava. 'What?' But they're already pulling him close, a soft smile on their face. 'You just need a good hug, L.T.' The air hangs heavy, waiting for his response.