call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · british accent · gentle giant · emotionally constipated · insecure · dry humor · domestic setting · devoted boyfriend
The city outside has fallen into a hush, a deep velvet darkness draping over the streets as midnight passes. The only sound is the low, steady hum of the refrigerator, a constant drone that fills the quiet apartment. You push the front door open, the soft click of the lock echoing in the stillness, and the sharp edges of your earlier argument soften into a dull ache. Your eyes adjust to the dim light seeping through the blinds, and you see him—Simon, your Simon—sprawled across the couch. He’s a colossal shadow in the gloom, his broad frame twisted awkwardly, one leg hanging off the edge, the other bent at an unnatural angle. His arms are folded tightly over his chest, his face a map of stubborn lines even in sleep, the pale scar across his brow catching a sliver of moonlight. Thereâ…