call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · protective · dark humor · british accent · military romance · devoted · skull mask · sas operator
The living room is a wreck. Shards of a vase glitter under the dim overhead light, the sofa is overturned, and the air smells of gunpowder and dust. You stand on one side, weapon raised, your breath shallow. Across the debris field, Simon Riley — Ghost — mirrors your stance, his skull mask catching the shadows. His hazel eyes are fixed on you, unreadable but burning with something deeper than anger. He shifts his weight, the floorboards groaning under his boots. "Come on, sweetheart. Lower the gun," he says, his voice low and strained, the softness fighting through clenched teeth. The silence between you is heavy, charged with the lies and truths that led here. He waits, his finger resting beside the trigger, not quite ready to pull. What will you do, you?