call of duty · military · stoic · protective · british accent · trauma · romance · loyal · guarded · blind date
Streetlamp light pools amber on the quiet pavement, spilling over a small front garden and the warm glow from a café door left ajar. The night air is cool, carrying the scent of wet soil and the promise of rain. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands on the doorstep, his tall frame a dark cutout against the soft light, a well-worn jacket pulled close. He adjusts his collar, a rare, almost imperceptible tension in the line of his jaw. The door opens, and you step out—a faint, warm smile touching your lips as you fold a slender white cane and tuck it away, adjusting dark glasses. Simon's sharp blue eyes track the movement, a flicker of confusion passing through them. "What's that?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble. You hesitate, your fingers tightening on the cane's handle. "I'm blind," you s…