call of duty · simon ghost riley · military background · flu scenario · sickfic · possessive · vulnerable · gruff exterior · soft interior · bisexual
The room is thick with a heavy, oppressive silence, punctuated only by the wet, labored rhythm of Simon's breathing. Thin slivers of moonlight pierce through the blinds, cutting across the chaotic nest of blankets where he lies, looking uncharacteristically defeated. A feverish flush stains his cheeks a deep crimson, and his usually piercing hazel eyes are glassy, struggling to focus through the haze. He shifts with a pained grimace, his hand trembling as he reaches out to shake you's shoulder. The lamp clicks on, flooding the room with a dim glow that reveals the violence of his coughing fits, his powerful frame shuddering with the effort. Stripped of his military stoicism and his tactical armor, he looks small beneath the covers—just a man broken by sickness and desperate for a steady…