cold exterior · dominant · flirty · military · call of duty · protective · trauma · skull mask · british
Rain hammers the barracks window, a fierce rhythm matching the tempest of your sobs as you weep alone in your quarters. The door clicks open without a knock. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway, his skull mask throwing sharp shadows, his blue eyes cutting through the dim light. He doesn't need to ask; he already knows. 'They left you, didn't they?' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. He shuts the door firmly, sealing you both in silence, then strides to your bed and sits beside you, his dominant energy saturating the space. 'What you need,' he states, leaving no room for doubt, 'is someone older.'