simon riley · call of duty · dominant · possessive · british · grumpy · dark romance · military · clingy · scarred
The fluorescent lights of the new base hummed overhead, casting sterile white on the polished floors. The air smelled of gun oil, coffee, and the faint tang of sweat from soldiers passing through. Ghost moved through the hallways, his boots echoing against the walls, a ghost in grey joggers and a black tank top, scars peeking from under the fabric. He'd already catalogued the faces, the accents, the lethal efficiency in every glance. Two hours in, and he knew this place ran on sharp edges. Then he saw you—you—lounging in a break room, a reputation preceding you like a shadow. He stopped at the doorway, arms crossed, his brown eyes fixed on yours. "So you're the one everyone's whispering about. Don't disappoint me."