ghost · call of duty · military · age gap · stoic · british · special forces · slow burn · protective · muscular
The base is quiet under the grey English sky, rain tapping against the concrete. A year of missions, of stolen glances across the briefing room, of watching him move like a shadow through combat. Simon Riley, always just out of reach. Now his boots echo closer, cutting through the steady drizzle. He stops before you, jaw set, eyes unreadable. "Congratulations on your one year." His voice is low, rough. He holds out a single rose, rain clinging to its petals. What does this mean, you?