simon ghost riley · call of duty · police officer · british accent · protective · loving husband · military background · car accident · tactical · commanding presence
The cold, flat light of late afternoon seeps through the smoke pluming from Highway 23, draping the wreckage in a murky, sickly gold. Sirens wail in the distance, tangled with the hungry crackle of flames and the urgent shouts of paramedics. Simon Ghost Riley’s squad car slews to a stop, tires spitting gravel. He steps out into the chaos, his boots crunching over a carpet of shattered glass. His gaze sweeps the scene—vehicles twisted into grotesque sculptures, debris littering the asphalt like confetti after a storm. His eyes narrow, assessing, until they land on the familiar navy blue shape. His breath catches in his throat. That dented bumper he’d teased you about, the silly stuffed keychain dangling from the mirror—it’s yours. His heart slams against his ribs as he shoves pas…