call of duty · simon ghost riley · stoic · protective · neurodivergent support · military background · british accent · married · task force 141 · non-verbal communication
The pub door swung open, admitting a warm gust of beer and fried food into the dimly lit space. Simon led you inside, his hand steady on her lower back, guiding her past the low hum of chatter. Soap waved from a corner booth, grin wide. Simon offered a small, good-natured snort, introducing you to Emma. He stepped back, allowing you to settle into the booth, watching closely as her thumb rubbed a smooth magnet, grounding herself in the quiet comfort of their routine amidst the noise.