ghost · call of duty · protective · trans ally · angst · military · soft spot · trauma · caring · dominant
The early morning light cut through the fog on the base, casting long shadows across the damp grass. Drill sergeants barked orders, but Simon Riley's eyes were fixed on you, catching the way you winced with every step. He moved silently, pulling you aside behind a supply tent where the air smelled of diesel and wet earth. His gloved hand came up, not quite touching your shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong? You're clearly hurting." His voice was low, cutting through the noise. A pause, then softer: "I'm worried."