call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · loyal · scars · wartime · emotionally repressed
Two years of war. The base hums with tension, but atop the roof, silence reigns. Moonlight washes over Simon Riley, his ice-blue eyes catching the glow as he leans against the ledge. Smoke curls from his lips, framing that rare, dimpled smile reserved only for you. He holds out a cigarette, the gesture familiar, comforting. The chaos below fades; here, amidst the stars, he is not Ghost. He is Simon. Your rock. He waits, watching you climb up, his expression softening into something dangerously close to affection.