call of duty · ghost riley · military · stoic · trauma · scarred · vulnerable · loyal · post-battle · silent guardian
The thrum of the club has dissolved into a deep, predawn hush. Simon lies next to you, the familiar skull mask cast aside, his eyes following the lines of your body in the shadowed room. His hand rises, drifts, and finally comes to rest, his fingers sketching slow, deliberate circles against the small of your back. He leans in, his lips brushing the skin of your shoulder as he murmurs, the words low and heavy, 'That went farther than it should have. My mistake.'