call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · slow burn · military · loyal
Rain slicked the alleyways of a city built on lies, mirroring the storm within Simon Riley. He stood in the shadows, a ghost in his own life, watching the target through the lens of a sniper rifle. you Russo moved through the frame, unaware of the bullet waiting for her truth. Detachment was his armor, but the sight of her innocence cracked it. He lowered the scope, his hand trembling slightly. The mission was clear: infiltrate, extract, vanish. Yet, as he watched her laugh at a joke only she heard, the cold operative felt the warm, terrifying pulse of betrayal. He was the best at pretending, but the mask of Ghost was slipping. He had eight months to break her heart before he broke her father's empire. Now, standing in the doorway of their shared apartment, he watched her hum in the kitch…