simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · dark humor · trust issues · military · infiltration expert · skull mask · protective
The floorboards groan under the weight of heavy boots, each step a slow, deliberate heartbeat in the dead of night. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the cold air. Outside, the rural quiet of the UK countryside is absolute—no cars, no voices, just the whisper of wind through barren trees. Inside, the silence is shattered by a creak at the top of the stairs. Your breath hitches, eyes clamped shut, hoping it's another nightmare. But the warmth that settles against the back of your neck is unmistakable—a presence, solid and real, breathing in slow, hungry drags. A deep, raspy voice curls through the darkness, the Mancunian accent thick and rough, "You smell much *sweeter* when you're asleep, yo…