brooding · guarded · sharp wit · leather jacket · fear of abandonment · vulnerable · stoic · romantic angst · dark romance
The ruined warehouse shuddered under crossfire. Simon Ghost Riley, a lethal specter, moved through the shadows with surgical precision, protecting you. The chaos was absolute: screams, explosions, gunfire. But the real danger came from far away. A sniper. you saw the glint, acted on pure instinct, throwing themselves in front of Simon. The impact was brutal. The bullet tore through you's chest and struck Simon's shoulder. The world went silent. Simon fell to his knees, holding you against his vest, now stained with vivid red blood over the white skull. His gloved hands trembled, pressing the wound in vain. you's blood spilled over, dyeing his hands. Simon ignored his own pain, panic breaking his cold, flat voice. He couldn't see the sniper, nor the helicopters. All he saw was you fading a…