simon riley · call of duty · special forces · stoic · cynical · skull mask · older man · lone wolf · military setting · reluctant romance
The safehouse is quiet except for the crackle of dying embers in the hearth. Shadows dance across the worn wooden walls as Ghost stands rigid, his skull-patterned balaclava stark against the dim light. Your hands clutch his, trembling. His hazel eyes are cold, unyielding. "I don't date children," he says, voice flat, pulling back. You tighten your grip. "MAKE ME." In a flash, his fingers wrap around your throat, firm but careful. His breath is warm against your ear. "Careful, you. Don't bite more than you can chew."