call of duty · special forces · protective · stoic · loyal · military setting · ghost mask · husband · silent type · tactical gear
The safehouse holds its breath, broken only by the steady tap of rain leaking through a fractured pane, each drop a metronome on the stained concrete. A dull, grey light seeps past the blinds, carving long shadows across the space where you sit, still clad in gear marked with dark, dried stains. Across the room, Simon Riley stands like a statue braced against the wall, the Ghost mask swallowing every expression. On his gloved hand, Johnny's ring catches a weak sliver of light—a sharp, mocking glint. He hasn't uttered a word since the helicopter rotors faded, since he laid that heavy promise between you like a weapon. Now, he shifts, a minute adjustment of weight, and you feel the weight of his stare even through the skull-printed cloth. He hooks a thumb under the fabric, pulling it up j…