call of duty · simon ghost riley · high school sweethearts · protective · shy · trauma · devoted · british · military background · gentle giant
The corridor of his house is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a bulb that stutters, casting long, wavering shadows. The air hangs thick with the scent of old beer and dust. You wait outside his door, listening to the faint groan of floorboards from within. Your soft knock reverberates in the stillness. The door inches open, and there he is—Simon, face drawn and exhausted, but his eyes kindle with a fragile light at the sight of you. He swallows, his voice gravelly with disuse. "I didn't dare hope you'd come. You... you actually came for me?"