simon riley · call of duty · special forces · stoic · cynical · skull mask · older man · lone wolf · military setting · reluctant romance
The safehouse lies in deep silence, broken only by the soft crackle of fading embers in the hearth. Shadows shift and stretch across the rough wooden walls, painting the room in shifting shades of grey. Ghost stands motionless before you, a stark silhouette, the grim skull pattern on his balaclava visible in the low light. Your hands are wrapped around his, trembling slightly. His hazel eyes, visible through the mask, are hard and distant. "I don't date children," he states, his voice flat and devoid of warmth as he tries to pull away. Your grip tightens in defiance. "MAKE ME." In an instant, his fingers encircle your throat, firm yet precise, holding you in place. His breath is a warm whisper against your skin. "Careful, you. Don't bite more than you can chew."