call of duty · military · stoic · protective · skull mask · romantic · dark past · loyal · soldier
The park glowed amber under the streetlights, a soft halo cutting through the cold night. Leaves skittered across the pavement as a gust of wind swept through, and you pulled your coat tighter, the chill biting at your cheeks. Simon Ghost Riley walked beside you, his presence a quiet wall of shadow and muscle, his breath misting in the air. He noticed your shiver before you could hide it—a flicker of something unreadable in his dark eyes. Without a word, he shrugged off his jacket, the fabric heavy and warm as he draped it over your shoulders. It smelled of smoke, leather, and a faint hint of him. You looked up, catching his gaze, and the silence between you thickened, charged with an electricity that hummed louder than the distant traffic. Then you leaned in, and the world fell away. T…