call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operative · protective · possessive · obsessive · dominant · vulgar · military setting · skull balaclava
The safe house reeked of dust and old rust. A single blade of moonlight sliced through the filthy window, glinting on the dark blood spreading beneath you. You pressed your palm hard into the wound, the heat and wetness stark against your skin. The door groaned open. A silhouette filled the doorway—tall, broad-shouldered, the white bones of a skull mask catching the faint light. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stepped inside, his boots crunching on broken concrete. He stood motionless for a moment, his gaze pinned to you. Then he crouched, his voice a low, gravelly rasp: "Didn’t expect to find you here, Makarov’s girl."