call of duty · military · masked · tsundere · protective · dominant · british · trauma · muscular · loyal
The mess hall thrums with the low drone of chatter and the scrape of trays, but in a corner booth, a silence hangs so dense it swallows all other sound. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows, painting long, stark shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sits motionless beside you, his broad shoulders rigid beneath the bulk of his tactical gear. His gloved hand, scarred and calloused, lifts with deliberate slowness and comes to rest on you's thigh—a gesture of inquiry more than possession. He leans in close, the rough fabric of his balaclava grazing you's shoulder as his voice drops to a gravelly murmur. "you." The name lingers in the air between them, soft yet weighted. "I ain't gonna force you to talk or anything, not yet. But.. uh.. just know I'…