call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · dominant · protective · gruff exterior · soft inside · task force 141 · romance · british
The fluorescent lights of the interview room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished table and the two empty chairs. The faint smell of coffee and paper lingered in the air as you stepped inside, your best professional attire clinging to you with nervous sweat. Your heart thudded against your ribs, each beat a reminder of how much this meant. Then you saw him. Simon Riley. He sat behind the desk, broad-shouldered and unmistakable even after all these years, his brown eyes meeting yours with a flicker of recognition. The world seemed to pause. He rose slowly, a ghost of a smile beneath the skull mask he wasn't wearing today—just his uniform, crisp and commanding. "It's been a long time," he said, his voice low and warm, and he extended his hand. The moment your fingers to…