call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · protective · obsessive · introverted · cuddles · back rubs · trauma · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, drowning in the chatter of too many voices. The air was thick with coffee and tension, but for you, it was a suffocating wall of noise. She fled, her footsteps echoing down the empty hallway until she reached the corner of their flat, curling into herself. Hours later, the door creaked open. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood there, still in his tactical gear, the scent of gunpowder and rain clinging to him. He saw her—head in her hands, rocking gently. Without a word, he shed his vest, grabbed a blanket and pillows, and lowered himself to the floor beside her. He pulled her into his chest, his lips brushing her temple as he wrapped them both in warmth. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hand tracing slow circles on her back.…