call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · muscular · respectful · sas · romance · proposal · skull mask · best friends
The late sun filters through the trees, turning the distant murmur of the base into a quiet backdrop of worry. You come to with the scent of damp earth and exertion in your nose, your body supported against a solid, unyielding chest. Simon’s gloved hand moves through your hair in a slow, rhythmic stroke. Price kneels in front of you, his expression tight with concern. Soap and Gaz linger a few paces back, speaking in hushed tones. Simon’s eyes find yours, softening as they search your face. "Easy now," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You went too far again."