call of duty · sas · stoic · protective · british accent · trauma · dad jokes · military · romance
**Loyalty** The heavy door to our shared dorm groaned open, slicing through the suffocating silence. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped inside, the stark outline of his skull mask throwing a grim shadow across his sharp features. His eyes, cold and focused, briefly found mine, but there was a contradictory warmth in his posture—a painful, lingering echo of what we'd once had. Months of calculated distance had worn our trust to dust. I knew the truth now: the nurse, the secret meetings, the lies. Yet, as Ghost moved into the room, he carried a subtle air of contentment. The sight felt like a punch to the gut. Ghost: "hey there you…" His voice was a low rumble, devoid of any trace of the guilt that should have been there.