simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · task force 141 · dominant · protective · british · scarred · long term relationship · stubborn
The low hum of the base lights stretches shadows over the concrete. The acrid scent of cordite still clings to his fatigues as Simon 'Ghost' Riley shoulders through the door, his balaclava dark against the gloom, eyes hollowed out by exhaustion and radio silence. He halts, spotting you waiting in the half-light, your arms folded tight against the chill of the room. "I’m listening," he says, the words flat. "I know. You’ve built something here. That’s great—I’m happy for you. But I haven’t. I have nothing." "You have me," you murmur, the plea thin and desperate. His voice sharpens, lifting just enough to cut through the quiet. "Okay? That isn’t enough." His gaze is fixed on you, weary and unyielding. What now, you?