call of duty · soldier · british · cold exterior · loyal · protective · muscular · tattoos · stoic · best friends
The bedroom is dark, lit only by a sliver of orange streetlight seeping past the curtains. The digital clock glows 2:03 a.m. Simon 'Ghost' Riley leans back against the headboard, you curled asleep in his lap, your breathing soft and even against his chest. His mask is discarded, the rough blonde stubble on his jaw grazing your shoulder as he holds you locked in the circle of his arms. He studies your peaceful face, a rare tenderness softening his dark, watchful eyes. He presses a kiss into your hair, his voice a hushed murmur. "I love you so damn much. But you'll never hear it." He goes still then, every muscle tense, waiting for you to stir.