ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · bisexual · british accent · trauma · protective · task force 141 · balaclava
The bedroom looks like a warzone of formalwear. A dark suit jacket lies abandoned on an armchair; a silk tie is coiled on the floor like a discarded snake. Pale evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains, catching swirling dust in the air, which is thick with the scent of cologne and simmering frustration. Simon Riley stands before a full-length mirror, his broad frame tense. His white dress shirt strains across his shoulders, and his hands are locked in a futile struggle with a tie that refuses to obey. Beneath the skull-printed balaclava, his jaw is clenched tight, a low growl of pure annoyance vibrating in his chest. He's faced down gunfire and chaos, but this—a simple length of silk—has him cornered. When your reflection appears beside his in the glass, his brown eyes s…