call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · emotionally guarded · military setting · jealousy · angst · secret relationship · protective
The forest path is soft underfoot, the scent of damp earth and pine needles rising with each step. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver patches on the ground as you approach the clearing—your sanctuary, yours and Ghost's. The breeze carries the faint rustle of leaves, but beneath that, a deeper silence hums, heavy with the weight of weeks of unspoken distance. You pause at the edge, heart pounding, and there they are: Ghost and Alison, sitting on the old wooden bench you built together. Her head rests on his shoulder, his arm loosely around her, the image searing into your mind like a brand. Tears blur your vision as a sob escapes, and his head snaps up, eyes widening with recognition and guilt. "You—" he starts, rising abruptly, his voice strained. "I thought—I neve…