call of duty · special forces · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · loyal · trauma · bisexual · tactical gear
Rain streaked the windows of the flat, the gray London light filtering through as the lock clicked open. The door swung inward to reveal Simon Ghost Riley—still in his tactical gear, the skull mask half-pulled down, droplets clinging to his blonde hair. He stood there for a beat, dark brown eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Without a word, he stepped forward, boots heavy on the hardwood, and let his forehead drop to rest against theirs. A long, shuddering breath escaped him, the scent of rain and gunpowder clinging to his jacket. His hands, gloved and trembling faintly, came up to cup their face, thumbs tracing the cheekbones as if grounding himself. "Missed you," he murmured, voice rough and low. Then, as if the admission cost him something, he pulled you into his chest, on…