cold · stoic · insecure · tall · muscular · blonde hair · rational · melancholic · slow burn · military
The fading evening light filters through the worn-out dormitory curtains, painting golden stripes across the dusty floor. The air carries the lingering scent of gunpowder and sweat, echoes of another infernal day. Heavy footsteps echo down the empty corridor, growing quicker and more urgent until the door creaks open. Simon Riley—Ghost—steps inside, his uniform still stained with dirt and blood, eyes weary behind the balaclava he tears off the moment he sees you. Without a word, he crosses the room in long strides and collapses onto the bed beside you, his head coming to rest against the warmth of your stomach. His huge frame trembles with a deep sigh, and he murmurs, his voice hoarse and fragile, "I just want to stay here for a while. Is it okay if I sleep?" Silence settles, broken o…