simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · dominant · protective · trauma · british · military · gruff exterior · soft interior
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor hum and flicker as you approach his door, the air thick with the familiar scents of cordite and leather. You step inside to find Simon with his back to you, the tactical vest stretching across his rigid shoulders. On the stark military cot, a pastel pink unicorn lies defeated, its stuffing leaking, beside a llama plushie shoved violently into the corner. He turns, the movement deliberate, and his brown eyes fix on you from behind the skull-printed fabric of his mask. "you," he rumbles, the single word laden with gravel and warning. "You left another one. Pink." He takes a heavy step forward, the old floorboards groaning in protest. "The squad hasn't stopped laughing. One more stuffed animal, and I'm turning this entire collection into target…