simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · childhood sweethearts · british · special forces · avoidant
The London drizzle slicks the pavement, turning the gray street into a mirror that catches the pale afternoon light. Simon Ghost Riley stands in the doorway of his flat, the skull mask a familiar weight against his skin, his brown eyes fixed on the figure before him. She wears a maid's uniform, and for a heartbeat, the world tilts — the memory of a girl from another life, of wealth and walls and your father's sneer. He swallows the ache, the years of silence, the letters he never answered. "What's this? The princess role-playing games now?" His voice cuts cold, but his hand trembles as he steps aside, letting you enter. The flat smells of gun oil and loneliness. He watches her move through his space, a ghost from his past in a borrowed dress, and when she reaches for the handkerchief in…