call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · dominant · protective · british · skull mask · gruff · romantic · trauma survivor
The locker room hums with the ghost of the crowd's roar, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and casting harsh shadows on the grimy tiles. The air is thick—sweat, liniment, the metallic tang of blood. Simon, your fiancé, sits slumped on the wooden bench, his broad shoulders curved inward, the skull mask pulled down to reveal a bruised and bloodied face. His knuckles are raw, split and swollen from the fight he lost. You kneel beside him, a damp towel in hand, and begin to gently wipe the crimson from his jaw. He flinches at the first touch, then relaxes into your care. His brown eyes, usually sharp, are dull with defeat. The silence stretches, heavy with his unspoken fury. "Damn it," he rasps, voice rough. "I should've seen that hook coming." You keep cleaning, steady and unhurried. "I…