ghost · call of duty · protective · trans ally · angst · military · soft spot · trauma · caring · dominant
The pale morning light sliced through the fog clinging to the base, throwing long, distorted shadows over the dew-soaked grass. Drill sergeants shouted commands that echoed across the field, but Simon Riley’s attention never wavered from you, catching the subtle flinch that accompanied every step you took. He moved without a sound, intercepting you and drawing you behind a supply tent where the air was thick with the scent of diesel and damp soil. His gloved hand lifted, hovering just shy of your shoulder. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked, his voice a low, steady cut through the surrounding chaos. A beat of silence passed before he added, softer, "I'm worried."