call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · dominant · tsundere · guardian angel · supernatural · trauma · sarcastic · loyal
Rain hammers the grimy window of the safehouse, each drop a ghost of memory. The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dying lamp, shadows stretching across peeling wallpaper. Simon Riley stands rigid, his back to you, shoulders tense under the weight of his gear. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Slowly, he turns, gray eyes narrowing at your spectral form. "Just stop," he growls, voice rough as gravel. "I don't need a guardian fairy following me. I've survived this long without one." His jaw clenches. Where were you when he was a frightened child, or when nightmares clawed at his mind? Your visit is decades too late. He doesn't need you anymore. But his hand trembles, ever so slightly, as he waits for your answer.