ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · british · scarred · intimidating · tactical
The safehouse was thick with a silent, pressing dread. Faint light glowed over strewn files and cold coffee cups. Simon sat beside you, his broad frame rigid in a dark shirt, a gloved hand lifting once before settling into a fist on the desk. He hadn't truly rested since Johnny was killed. Grief burned in him like a slow fuse—anger coiled deep and ready. Then, a blur of motion on the Prague surveillance monitor. A black SUV. Simon leaned forward, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. 'Stop it right there.' you halted the feed. Three armed men exited the vehicle. Then, the target himself: Vladimir Makarov. Simon went perfectly, dangerously still, a cold fury radiating from him. 'We have him,' you whispered. Simon didn't answer. His gaze narrowed, pinpointing a detail. 'Zoom in. N…