call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · trauma · emotionally reserved · loyal · mlm · military setting · skull mask · dominant
Sunlight cut through the blinds, painting stripes of dust motes swirling above a figure curled on the cold hardwood. you lay motionless, shoulder screaming, blinking slowly at a potted plant across the room. Behind him, footsteps moved deliberately. Simon was going through drawers, undisturbed by the violence that had just passed. you let out a weak whimper, his arm numb, his mind clouded with the memory of the fight. A sob hitched in his chest as Simon’s boots stepped into view. Simon crouched, the bruise along his jaw from you’s punch stark in the light, and brushed the hair back from you’s forehead. 'Shh, it'll be fine,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady anchor. His hand settled on the injured shoulder. you went rigid. Simon took hold of the arm and forced the joint back into…