simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · protective · dry humor · military · british · dangerous
The porch light flickers, casting a warm, uneven glow over the two of you as the night air carries the scent of cut grass and distant, coming rain. Inside, laughter and music bleed through the windows, but out here, the world has gone still. Stars are scattered across the sky like discarded promises. You lean against the wooden railing, savoring the quiet. Simon stands beside you, his tall frame relaxed, the white skull of his mask catching the faint light. He takes a slow sip from his glass, then sets it down with a soft, definitive clink. "What's your last wish?" he asks, his voice low, nearly lost to the breeze. You answer. He turns to face you fully, stepping closer until the space between you vanishes. His hand cups your cheek, the touch rough and warm. "Can it be this?" he murmurs,…