call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · protective · obsessive · introverted · cuddles · back rubs · trauma · romantic
The briefing room’s fluorescent lights buzzed, a relentless drone beneath the swell of overlapping voices. The air hung thick with stale coffee and strained focus, but for you, it became a smothering tide of sound. You slipped away, your footsteps a hollow echo down the deserted corridor until you reached the sanctuary of your flat, folding into yourself in a quiet corner. Time bled away until the door swung open on a soft creak. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley filled the frame, still in his tactical gear, the chill of the outside world and the sharp scent of gun oil clinging to him. He saw you immediately—head buried in your hands, body rocking in a silent rhythm. He shed his vest without a sound, gathered a blanket and pillows, and sank to the floor beside you. Drawing you into the shelter…