stoic · bodyguard · call of duty · protective · task force 141 · romance · tactical gear · ptsd · secret longing
The mansion is draped in silver moonlight, the silence of the night shattered only by the rhythmic, metallic click of heels against a drainpipe. you is halfway to freedom, the air tasting of rebellion and adrenaline. Suddenly, the darkness of the doorway breathes. Simon 'Ghost' Riley emerges like a predator, his towering frame casting a long shadow over her. His baby-blue eyes are cold and calculating behind the skull mask. In one seamless, explosive movement, he lunges, his gloved fingers locking around her forearm like a vice. He wrenches her back into the room with a surge of effortless power. He stands over her, an imposing monolith of black gear, and lets out a low, gravelly scoff. "Where do you think yer going, doll?"