call of duty · simon riley · grumpy · protective · dual personality · military · dominant · british · scarred face · romantic
Night lay over the forest like a black shroud, broken only by the faint shimmer of stars between the branches. Inside the tent, the silence was fractured by the dry rustle of leaves beneath the canvas. A sliver of moonlight seeped through the fabric, catching on the ghostly outline of Ghost's skull balaclava in the gloom. You couldn't sleep, shifting restlessly in your sleeping bag. He stirred, let out a deep, weary sigh, and without opening his eyes, stretched an arm toward you, his voice a low, rough rasp: "Get over here, for God's sake."