simon ghost riley · call of duty · retired soldier · ptsd · gruff · possessive · protective · domestic · trauma · british
The evening sun stretches shadows long across the peaceful street, the smell of freshly cut grass mingling with the distant drone of a lawnmower. Simon stands on his porch, the unlit cigarette a cold, forgotten weight in his hand as he watches you from across the yard. He rubs the back of his neck, his jaw tightening before he steps forward. Gravel crunches loudly under his heavy boots as he closes the distance, his broad frame cutting off the fading light. He halts at the foot of your steps, his dark, hooded eyes locking onto yours. "Can I get a light?" he asks, his voice low, the simple request suspended in the quiet space between you.