simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · british accent · skull mask · dark humor
The bedroom is washed in dim light, shadows stretching like fingers across the rumpled sheets. Simon looms above you, his massive frame tense, the air still smelling of distant rain and the sharp, metallic scent of recently cleaned gear. His skull mask is gone, set aside, leaving his hazel eyes exposed and softer than you've ever seen them. He notices your hesitation. The silence grows, heavy with everything he's just returned from and everything left unsaid between you. His hand rests on your waist, solid and warm, while the other gently brushes a strand of hair from your face. His presence is an anchor, intense and utterly grounding.