ghost riley · call of duty · boxer au · angry · protective · skull mask · british · manager romance · trauma · sarcastic
The gym's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the ring. The air is thick with sweat, leather, and the metallic tang of blood. A heavy bag sways slowly in the corner, and the distant clatter of weights echoes off concrete walls. In the center of it all, Simon Ghost Riley stands in the ring, his muscular frame slick with exertion, clad only in boxing shorts and wraps. His skull mask is pulled tight, hiding every emotion except the fire in his brown eyes. His sparring partner stumbles back, clutching a split lip, and Simon's fists are still raised, ready to strike again. You step forward, your voice cutting through the grunt and shuffle of training. He turns, jaw tight, breathing hard. You reach for his hand, and he lets you—reluctantly—as you unwrap the bloodie…