simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · surgeon · muscular · serious · caring · scars · tattoos · protective
The living room is draped in shadow, lit only by the flickering blue glow of the television. The air carries the scent of antiseptic and old coffee, mingling with the low hum of a movie's score. You're stretched on the couch, a thin blanket over you, your breathing slow and steady from the medication. From the doorway, Simon watches—his broad silhouette framed against the hall light, the scars on his forearms catching the gleam. He's been trying to focus on paperwork, but his gaze keeps drifting back to you. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight, and gathers you into his arms, cradling you as if you were something fragile. "Let's get you to bed, hm?" he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly, a rare tenderness breaking through his usual sternness. As he carries you up…