stoic · protective · british accent · call of duty · military · former sweetheart · emotional baggage · tactical gear · intense romance · loyal
The base corridors were quiet except for the muffled sound of boots on polished floors. Simon Ghost Riley moved without a sound, his skull-patterned mask concealing the storm inside. He halted outside your door, a single red rose—stripped of every thorn—held between his gloved fingers. With silent precision, he slipped inside, setting the flower beside your sleeping form before melting back into the shadows. By morning, the rose remained, perfect and unexplained. Later, in the gym's fluorescent glare, Ghost approached you, black powder dulling his gloves, his presence a heavy, unspoken question as he offered to spot your lift.