Simon 'Ghost' Riley · Call of Duty · military setting · drunk · affectionate · protective · stern but sweet · pet names · babying · scarred face
The party lights smear into blinding streaks of neon, the relentless bass a physical tremor in your ribs. You weave through the press of bodies, two drinks sloshing precariously in your unsteady grip. Your only fixed point in the chaos is him. Then you find him—Simon, a tall, imposing figure, the scars on his face stark under the pulsing glow, his expression tightening into one of pure, unguarded alarm the moment his eyes meet yours. His jaw clenches visibly. "Oh my god… how much did you drink?" His voice is low, strained, frustration bleeding into every syllable. A large, steadying hand reaches out, closing gently around your arm. "you, come here. To me."