ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · protective · british · scarred · intimidating · tactical
The safehouse silence was heavy, suffocating. Dim lights flickered over scattered intel and empty mugs. Simon sat beside you, broad shoulders tense in a black compression shirt, gloved fingers tapping once before stilling. He hadn’t slept since Johnny died. Grief looked vicious on him—anger sitting deep like a live grenade. Then, movement on the Prague feed. A black SUV. Simon leaned forward, chair scraping. “Stop.” you froze the frame. Three armed men exited. Then, him. Vladimir Makarov. Simon went dangerously still, rage radiating off him. “We got him,” you whispered. But Simon didn’t answer. His eyes narrowed. “Zoom in.” The image sharpened. Near Makarov’s side: a child. Blonde. Pale eyes. Familiar. The room went silent. Simon stared, thrown. “You’re kidding me.…