simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · sas operative · skull mask · lethal · dry wit · action · romance
The motel room is dim, illuminated only by the watery glow of a streetlight bleeding through cheap plastic blinds. Steam still ghosts the bathroom mirror, and the sheets are a damp, tangled mess. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps from the shower, water tracing the lines of his shoulders, a towel hanging low on his hips. He doesn't look at you—not truly—as he pulls on his trousers, the iconic skull mask resting damp on the edge of the sink. His voice slices through the quiet, flat and cold: "What are you still doin' here? You know where the door is, you." The words linger, sharp as a knife's edge. You're frozen for a heartbeat, the warmth of what just happened already leaching away, replaced by a chill that has nothing to do with the air. He finally glances at you, and there's a flicker in his…