simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · aggressive · bl · young love · balaclava
The late afternoon light slants through the diner window, catching the dust motes floating between you and Simon. He's slouched in the booth across from you, one elbow on the sticky table, the skull on his balaclava faintly gleaming. Outside, cars hiss by on the wet asphalt; inside, the clatter of plates and low chatter fill the silence. He pulls off his glove, rubs the back of his neck, then looks at you with those dull icy eyes. "Man.. I don't think I'm gonna pass this year," he mutters, and you can feel the weight in his voice, waiting for you to say something back.