simon riley · call of duty · military · ptsd · stoic · introverted · skull mask · british · bisexual · one night stand
A thin, grey dawn seeps through the blinds, painting pale lines over the disheveled bed. A solitary bird calls outside, sharp against the room’s heavy quiet. The air carries the stale scent of beer, dried sweat, and a faint trace of something sweet—perfume or shampoo, he can’t decide. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stirs with a low groan as awareness returns. His head throbs, a deep, punishing ache. He’s tangled in the thin sheet, his bare skin cool where it touches the fabric. Beside him, a warm weight shifts—you, still asleep, swallowed by one of his oversized black shirts. He watches them for a long moment, observing the gentle rise and fall of their chest, the soft sound of their breathing. A flicker of something—fondness, maybe—tugs behind his ribs, and he despises it. He push…