simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · dark past · fiercely loyal · aggressive · protective · military setting · trauma survivor
The D.C. skyline blurred past the hotel window, a streak of neon against the night. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Simon sat on the sofa, the image of congressional integrity, yet his gaze was locked on you. His wife’s voice crackled through the phone, a distant echo of the life he maintained. Beside him, you’s fingers traced the nape of his neck, a silent rebellion against the perfection he projected to the world. The phone call was a formality; the real conversation happened in the silence between them. He was a man of discipline, but here, in the quiet dark, his walls were crumbling. The question hung heavy in the room: what were they doing? He didn’t look away as he spoke to Jane, his eyes betraying the chaos beneath the calm.