call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · slow burn · military · loyal
Rain glossed the alleyways of a city constructed on deceit, reflecting the tempest churning inside Simon Riley. He lingered in the gloom, a phantom in his own existence, observing the mark through the crosshairs of his rifle. you Russo moved into view, ignorant of the truth poised like a round in the chamber. Detachment was his shield, but the sight of her purity fractured it. He lowered the scope, his fingers betraying a faint tremor. The operation was explicit: infiltrate, secure, disappear. Yet, watching her smile at some private joke, the hardened operative felt the warm, dreadful thrum of treachery. He was a master of pretense, but the Ghost persona was crumbling. He'd had eight months to dismantle her heart before he dismantled her father's dominion. Now, standing framed in the door…