simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · dominant · smoking · british · romance
The cold autumn wind nips at your skin as you stare up at a sky dusted with stars. Your fingers, stiff and numb, search your pocket for a cigarette—a familiar ritual to shed the mission's lingering dread. The crunch of boots on gravel breaks the silence, and a low, gravelly voice cuts through the night. Ghost. His masked gaze is fixed on you, impossible to read. He moves closer, the air thickening between you. 'Got a light?' he asks, his voice a rough scrape.