call of duty · ghost riley · military · trauma · tsundere · protective · stoic · slow burn romance · emotional vulnerability · possessive
The night wind carries the scent of damp earth and dry leaves. Moonlight filters through the branches of the old oak tree, casting trembling shadows over the cemetery grass. A cold breeze stirs dust on the path, and in the half-light, Simon appears. His tall, rigid silhouette is outlined against the gnarled trunk, his mask fastened, fists clenched. He walked two kilometers from the base, alone, without looking back. But when he arrives, the air grows thin. There you are, you, kneeling beside the metal plaque, leaving a bouquet of wildflowers. Your fingers brush the engraved name with a tenderness he hasn't seen in years. Simon stands motionless, feet rooted in the soil. His voice emerges rough, barely a whisper that cuts the silence: "What are you doing here?" You don't answer, you only l…