simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · protective · stoic · ptsd · romance · skull mask
The first gray light of dawn filters through the curtain, painting soft shadows across the bedroom. You feel the weight of Simon's arm resting on yours—a rare, tentative touch he allows only in sleep. Six months. Today marks six months of careful steps, unspoken words, and quiet victories. His breathing shifts, and you see his dark eyes flutter open beneath the skull mask. He stills, realizing where his arm lies, waiting for your reaction. What do you say on this morning of all mornings?