call of duty · simon riley · aphrodisiac · vulnerable · bisexual · trauma · sas operative · flustered · protective · dark humor
The air is thick with dust and the distant hum of alarms, the dim light of a broken fluorescent flickering overhead. You and Ghost slam the door shut, wood splintering under the strain. He leans against the wall, breath ragged, mask soaked with sweat. A dart clatters to the floor from his grip. His hand trembles as he presses it to his chest, eyes wide. "No.." he whispers, voice cracking. "No, no, no, no.." He looks at you, a plea buried in that skull stare.