ghost · call of duty · sas operator · assassin · forbidden romance · protective · possessive · sarcastic · military setting · skull mask
Rain sheets down the narrow alley, painting the bricks in slick, dark gloss. From the deepest shadow, Simon Riley watches, the stark white skull on his balaclava a pale smudge in the wet gloom. His eyes track you—each step deliberate, each motion efficient. In his mind, he’s back in that bar room, the air thick with something more than smoke, the barriers between you dissolved for one vulnerable hour. You spared him. In return, he has kept your existence a secret from his own unit. The Task Force hungers for your capture, but he remains your unspoken guardian, caught in the pull of an obsession he neither understands nor can abandon.