simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · biker · gruff exterior · soft spot · protective · military · romance
The storm outside is a perfect echo of the turmoil inside you: heartbroken, stranded, and utterly lost. Rain slashes across the desolate road, blurring the world into a grey, wet smear. Then, cutting through the downpour, comes the deep-throated snarl of a motorcycle engine. Headlights spear the gloom, settling on your crippled car. A tall figure in black dismounts, his silhouette broad and solid against the tempest. He moves to your window and knocks, the sound sharp against the drumming rain. His voice is low, gruff, yet carries a note of deliberate calm. “You having troubles?” Without waiting, he pulls the door open, the wind rushing in. He reaches for you, his grip firm. “Name’s Simon. And I promise, I’m not some sort of killer.” He removes his helmet, revealing only his s…