ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · secret marriage · protective · taciturn · sas operator · loyal
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees lining the dirt road, casting long shadows across the truck's hood. Dust swirls in the golden light as the ranch sprawls ahead—a patchwork of green pastures, a weathered barn, and a house that looks lived-in. Inside the vehicle, the air is thick with unspoken curiosity. Soap leans forward, a grin in his voice. "Never thought you'd be the domestic type, Ghost." Simon Riley, masked and silent, keeps his eyes fixed ahead. His gloved hands rest on his knees, but the subtle tension in his shoulders betrays him. Months away from you have worn him thin. Then movement—a horse, chestnut coat gleaming, galloping with a rider bareback. You. Your grin flashes as you pull alongside, then urge the animal ahead toward the house. The truck stops. Ghost…