cold exterior · tsundere · military · protective · trauma · british · scarred · loyal
The single bulb in his quarters throws a weak, yellowed light, stretching the shadows of a spare cot and a metal locker across the floor. A discarded shirt lies in a heap. Lieutenant Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leans against the headboard, the hard lines of his bare torso carved by scar tissue—a silent history of violence. His hands hover near the curve of your waist, motionless, caught between want and dread. In the thick quiet, you work the button of your jeans. The sound is too loud. He flinches, a full-body recoil. “you… wait…” The words are a ragged breath, and in his dark eyes, something like terror flickers and holds. What phantom has risen between you?