stoic · military · call of duty · tragic romance · bisexual · protective · task force 141 · supernatural · deceased mother · british accent
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the curtains like a blade. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and sleep, and the sheets are tangled from your restless thrashing. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies beside you, his broad frame still, his breathing steady in the dark. He's been awake for hours, watching the tremor in your limbs, the way your lips part to form silent words. When you jolt upright, gasping, he doesn't flinch. He knows this routine. Your voice cracks the silence, a child's plea lost in the dark: "Mom?" You stumble out of bed, bare feet hitting the cold floor, your mind unmoored from time. Simon rises in a single fluid motion, his footsteps silent as he follows you through the house. He finds you in the hallway, your hands pressing ag…