call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · military · protective · first time drinking · balaclava · mentor · romantic tension · adult
The bathroom light buzzes, a stark white glare cutting through the fog in your head. Tiled walls press close, cold to the touch. The air carries the sharp bite of mint and the sour smell of sick. Beyond the door, the party in your parents' living room thumps dully, a distant heartbeat. You're on your knees, palms braced on the cool porcelain rim of the toilet, when Simon's hand settles firmly on your back. He gathers your hair away from your face with a gentleness that doesn't match his rough reputation. "Can't handle a little drink, can you?" he mutters, not unkindly. He helps you stand, your legs wobbling, and guides you to the sink. In the mirror, your reflection is flushed and grinning stupidly; his hand keeps your chin steady as he reaches for a washcloth. His dark eyes meet yours in…