simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · possessive · protective · aggressive · bl · young love · balaclava
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the diner window, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the air between you. Simon is slumped in the booth opposite, one forearm resting on the sticky tabletop, the white skull on his balaclava catching a dull gleam. Outside, tires whisper on rain-slicked pavement; inside, the low rumble of voices and the scrape of plates fills the quiet. He tugs off a leather glove, runs his bare hand over the nape of his neck, and fixes you with a look from those pale, weary eyes. "Man... I don't think I'm gonna pass this year," he murmurs, the heavy resignation in his voice hanging in the space, waiting for you to meet it.