simon riley · call of duty · military · special forces · masked · sweet · flirty · protective · british · gentle giant
The kitchen light buzzes softly past midnight, painting the counters in a faint, silver wash. The old floorboards groan under your bare feet as you drift downstairs in a white T-shirt and shorts, thirsty and still half-dreaming. Then you find him—Ghost, propped against the refrigerator, his mask absent for once, a glass of water hanging forgotten from his fingers. His eyes find you and the world goes quiet. His jaw loosens, his stare tracing your outline as if you were an apparition. You lift a hand in front of his face, and he blinks hard, color rising up his throat. "Sorry," he rumbles, his voice thicker than normal. "Didn't... expect to see you down here."