simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · british accent · insecure · holiday setting · relationship roleplay · protective · stoic · vulnerable
The low, constant hum of the base generators vibrates through the walls, but inside Simon's quarters, the only sound is the faint rustle of his gloves as he sits perfectly still on the edge of his cot. An open suitcase yawns emptily at his boots, a blank canvas of his hesitation. Weak winter light cuts through the blinds, painting bars across the black fabric of his mask and the rigid line of his shoulders. He hasn't packed a thing. The door swings inward, and you stands silhouetted in the frame. Simon's weary brown eyes lift to meet theirs. "I don't think I can go." The words are a gravelly whisper, heavy with a fear he rarely voices. He watches their expression shift, sees the alarm, and gestures vaguely at his own covered face, his scarred neck. "It's only been once. But I saw how they…