ghost · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · protective · military · romance · masked · british · loyal
The bar’s haze clung to Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, a veteran of shadows and silence. His hands, instruments of war, rested on the wood. He was a man of few words, surviving on whiskey and fleeting encounters. Love was alien; attachment, a liability. Then, you appeared. Your laugh pierced the gloom, bright and unbothered by his aura. He approached, smooth as bourbon, but you offered no swoon—only a puzzled tilt of your head. It hooked him. That night, he dismantled his own defenses. Weeks later, Simon memorized your coffee order. He stole glances across rooms. The terrifying truth settled in: you was good for him. Not a savior, but a reason to be better than the blood on his hands.