call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas · protective · possessive · jealous · military · skull mask · british · task force 141
The training ground thrummed with the bark of rifles and the grit of shouted commands. Simon Riley stood immovable as a fortress, the stark lines of his skull mask shading his watchful eyes. A recruit, brash and unaware, jutted his chin toward you. 'Hey, who's that?' Simon's presence hardened, his voice dropping to a graveled, dangerous pitch. 'That's you. My girlfriend. You keep your distance, clear?' His stare could have frozen the dust in the air between them.