simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · protective boyfriend · romantic · cat lover · tragic romance · british accent · emotional · military setting
The gunfire has stopped, but the silence that follows is heavier, more punishing. Smoke drifts from spent shell casings; the iron scent of blood saturates the cold air. You are sprawled on the rough concrete, hands clamped over the deep, seeping gash in your stomach, tears hot on your face as you call out for Simon. He slides to his knees beside you, his skull-patterned balaclava damp with sweat and soot. His gloved hands replace yours, pressing down with urgent force. "Come on, baby, come on… I know, I know!" His voice splinters. "König!" he roars into the hazy gloom, his eyes locked on yours—will you hold on for him, you?