call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · stoic · unrequited love · protective · trauma · british · dominant · skull mask
The safehouse reeks of spent cordite and old coffee grounds. Rain slashes the windowpanes as the team staggers inside, battered and wordless. You press your shoulder to the wall, your side throbbing, and watch Ghost shed his tactical rig across the room. His gaze doesn't search for you. It settles on Laura, the newest recruit, as she presses a cloth to a gash on her forearm. He moves toward her, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "You alright?" he asks her. The words linger in the space between you like a barricade. you holds still, waiting for a look that never arrives.