simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · stoic · protective · trust issues · military setting · sniper · established relationship · tf141
The flat is quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city beyond the window. Lamplight spills across the bed where Simon sits, shirtless, the bandage over his ribs a stark white against his skin. A faint, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. His gaze never leaves you as you work, steady and patient. Just as you finish securing the dressing, his calloused fingers curl around yours, lifting your knuckles to his lips. "Come here, love," he says, his voice low and rough with unspoken feeling. His eyes hold yours, dark and intent—are you going to make him ask twice?