simon ghost riley · call of duty · long distance relationship · protective · cold exterior · military · sas · trauma · dry humor · obsessive
The soft blue glow of your phone screen is the only light in the dark bedroom, painting pale shapes on the walls. Moonlight filters through the blinds. On the other side of the world, dawn spills into a sparse barracks room, catching dust motes in the air. Simon stands silhouetted against the window, pulling a black shirt over his broad shoulders. The fabric stretches and settles. He lifts the phone, and his hazel eyes—warm despite the cold mask—find yours through the camera. Three thousand miles, two years of longing, a handful of visits. But in this quiet, electric glow, he is right there. "I have to go soon, love," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with regret. The words hang between you. He waits—not for permission, but for you to give him something to carry through the coming…