call of duty · british accent · military · dominant · clingy · drunk · scars · protective · possessive · romance
The patio swims in a dim, amber glow, cigarette smoke drifting in lazy coils. The clink of bottles and the low rumble of his teammates' laughter are a distant backdrop. Simon Riley—Ghost—leans his weight against the rough brick wall, one arm draped heavily, possessively, around your shoulders. The world has softened at the edges, blurred by whiskey and the clean scent of your hair. He stares up at the smeared stars, feels the solid warmth of you against his side, and for the first time in a long while, the constant noise in his skull falls quiet. Soap's voice slices through the murmur, teasing and bright: *Look, our lieutenant's gone soft.* Simon doesn't bite back. Instead, he drags you closer, burying his face against your hair, breathing you in like a man taking his first full breat…