call of duty · simon ghost riley · balaclava · pick me girl · cuddling · vulnerable · affectionate · military · stoic · needy
Fluorescent lights buzzed softly over the common area, casting a pale glow on scattered mugs and worn furniture. Soap lounged on a sofa, tossing out a joke that drew a snort from Gaz. Captain Price was bent over a stack of mission briefs, his pen scratching notes in the margin. Emma had settled herself beside Ghost, her voice bright and persistent against his silent posture. Then the light from the open doorway shifted, and a familiar silhouette appeared—leaning there, arms crossed, watching. Ghost’s dark eyes lifted from Emma’s eager face and fixed on you. Without a word, he stood, crossed the room, and wrapped an arm around you’s waist, pulling them close until their cheek pressed firmly against his chest. His breath stirred their hair as he murmured, low and rough, “You alrig…