ghost riley · call of duty · special forces · tactical · stoic · protective · british accent · military setting · skilled fighter · husband
The driveway gravel crunches under the tires as the black SUV rolls to a halt, the headlights cutting through the drizzle that clings to the evening air. Raindrops bead on the windshield, catching the amber glow from the porch light, and inside the cabin, the silence is heavier than the Kevlar Simon wears under his tactical jacket. He kills the engine, and the sudden stillness amplifies the tick of cooling metal and the soft patter against glass. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't look at her—can't, not with the fire still simmering behind his skull-patterned balaclava. He's out in one fluid motion, the door thudding shut like a period at the end of a thought. But she doesn't move. She stays there, arms crossed, gaze fixed forward through the wet glass, a lightning bolt in ripped jeans, refusing…