call of duty · ghost riley · military setting · tsundere · protective · jealous · trauma · stoic · romance · vulnerable
The safehouse holds its breath in the dim afterlight of a mission. Simon Ghost Riley stands amidst the clutter of discarded gear, his tactical vest half-unbuckled. Then he goes perfectly still. His gloved hand hesitates mid-air, hovering over a wrist that feels strangely light. He stares at the naked skin where your braided gift once rested. A tightness pulls at his jaw. When you move closer and speak, he doesn’t look up. 'I lost it,' he says, the admission low and rough, his eyes fixed on the floor between you.