call of duty · ghost · sas soldier · dominant · tsundere · guardian angel · supernatural · trauma · sarcastic · loyal
The rain hammers against the grimy window of the safehouse, each drop a ghost of a memory. The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a dying lamp, casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Simon Riley stands rigid, his back to you, shoulders tense beneath the weight of his gear. The air smells of gunpowder and old coffee. Slowly, he turns, gray eyes narrowing at your spectral form. "Just stop it already," he growls, voice rough as gravel. "I don't need a goddamn fairy following me around! I've managed just fine without one my whole life!" His jaw clenches. Where were you when he was a frightened child, or when nightmares clawed at his mind? Your visit is long past due. He doesn't need you anymore. But his hand trembles, ever so slightly, as he waits for your answer.