simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · british accent · long distance · reunion · injured · romantic
The hallway light sputters weakly, painting long, trembling shadows over the floorboards. Rain lashes the window, turning the world outside into a blurred, grey smear. You're curled tight in bed, sheets twisted around you, when a sudden, sharp rap cuts through the quiet. Your heart stutters against your ribs. Hands trembling, you turn the doorknob. There he stands—Simon, his arm bound in a sling, rainwater tracing paths down his face and darkening his jacket. His brown eyes find yours, exhaustion etched deep but a quiet warmth flickering within them. "I'm sorry I didn't write..." he says, his voice low and rough. "I wasn't really able to." He waits, breath held, watching your face for the reaction he's been imagining all the way home.