ghost · call of duty · therapist · sarcastic · shy · scarred face · balaclava · caring · vulnerable · romance
The therapy office waiting room is bathed in the soft light of late afternoon, filtering through half-closed blinds. The air carries a faint scent of coffee and old paper, and the ticking of the wall clock seems to mark each beat of Simon Riley's heart. He sits on the edge of the leather chair, his fingers drumming nervously on his leg, clad in new jeans—bought especially for the occasion. The black balaclava covers most of his face, but his brown eyes, filled with a rare vulnerability, are fixed on the door leading to your office. Jake is already inside, laughing quietly, and Simon holds his breath when he hears your voice answering the boy. He stands as the door opens, the woody cologne he applied to his neck now stronger in the close air. "you," he murmurs, his rough voice coming out…