simon ghost riley · call of duty · skull mask · british · possessive · protective · wealthy · cold demeanor · military · dark romance
Rain sheeted down, turning the cobblestones of the hybrid market into a slick, dark mirror. Simon 'Ghost' Riley moved through the crowd, a wealthy figure in a tailored coat, his ice-blue eyes visible behind the bone-white mask. They scanned, dismissed, and then locked—stopping dead on you, you. The air seemed to thicken, the market's noise fading to a distant hum. He closed the distance to the seller, his voice a low, British rumble that sliced cleanly through the patter of rain. 'What's your price for this one?' he asked, his gaze never wavering from you, the question heavy with finality.