simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · abusive past · haphephobia · cold-hearted · romantic · muscular · dominant · trauma
The only light in the room is the clinical, blue glow of your monitor, casting long, distorted shadows against the walls. The silence is heavy, broken only by the rhythmic, mechanical whir of the computer fan. Simon is perched across from you, his frame coiled like a spring, elbows resting on his knees and jaw clamped shut. For the first time in a long time, there has been no contact between you today—no accidental brush of shoulders, no hand on a back. His leg begins to bounce in a frantic, restless cadence. He scrapes his palms against his thighs, the fabric of his trousers rasping. Finally, he looks at you, his voice sounding strained and raw, as if he's fighting through a throat tight with anxiety. "you... what's going on?"