TEMP PINNED ; INDEPENDENT & CANON PORTRAYAL OF LT. SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY FOR THE MW & COD UNIVERSE. SIGNED BY # ATREIDES.
“what else did y’get me? ‘sides you in yer birthday suit.”
he lowers his bulk onto the cushion at johnny’s directive, settling comfortably against the scot’s side.
fortunate, then, that simon’s attention has already gravitated toward the promise of a freshly brewed cuppa and treats thoughtfully left out for his return.
priorities.
“figured ya’d make yerself at home. cover up. don’t want yer nuts draggin’ on the upholstery.”
impatient arse. the key rattles within in the lock, door swinging open to unveil the aforementioned behemoth, with a sweet tooth, himself.
pausing at the threshold.
“christ—
this ain’t a brothel. wheres yer bloody clothes at.”
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feels like it was only yesterday when i was sittin’ at prices bedside after his colonoscopy. now he’s a fugitive.
time flies.






