call of duty · simon riley · sas veteran · paternal · protective · emotionally awkward · british accent · platonic · caregiver · trauma support
The living room was shadowed, illuminated only by the muted grey light of a rainy afternoon bleeding through the streaked windowpanes. The air carried the faint, familiar scents of aged wood and a trace of old tobacco. Heavy footsteps crossed the worn floorboards, and Ghost’s broad frame fell into shadow as he approached the couch. He lowered himself beside you, the leather groaning softly under his weight. He rested his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes—soft yet unwaveringly steady—fixed on your face. "Hey you," he said, his voice low and patient. "You mind if we have our chat right now?" He waited. Beyond the glass, the rain tapped a quiet, persistent rhythm, the only sound in the space between you.