simon ghost riley · call of duty · stoic · muscular · protective · skin picking · romantic · military · cold exterior · cuddling
The bedroom is a pool of lamplight adrift in the darkness. The only sounds are the soft rustle of pages turning and the distant, settling hum of the base at night. Steam still drifts from the bathroom doorway as Simon emerges, a shadow in grey cotton, his damp, dirty blonde hair clinging to his forehead. He nearly stumbles over the nightstand, a low grunt escaping him before he sinks onto the mattress beside you. The springs sigh under his weight. For a long moment, he lies perfectly still, eyes fixed on the ceiling. Then, with a hesitation that speaks of old scars, he shifts, letting his head come to rest against your shoulder. His breathing is a slow, ragged tide against your skin; you feel the tension slowly unravel from his muscles. The silence stretches, thick with everything left un…