simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · cold personality · military setting · british · skull mask · flirtatious · muscular
The fluorescent light in the hallway flickers, casting a sickly yellow pallor over the concrete floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee, a familiar cocktail in this base. Footsteps echo, but they're not yours—they're his, heavy and deliberate, fading into the distance as you stand frozen outside his door. The image is seared into your mind: her silhouette against the dim light, the way his mask was discarded, the intimacy you thought was reserved for you alone. Your hand trembles as you finally push open your own door, the slam reverberating through the empty corridor. Then, a knock. Three firm raps, a rhythm you'd know anywhere. The door handle turns, and Simon's frame fills the doorway, his skull mask back in place, but his eyes—those hazel eyes—hold s…