simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · skull mask · sas operative · dark romance · protective · trauma
The fluorescent hum of Simon's office barely masks the shuffle of boots in the hallway. Dust motes dance in the slants of artificial light as Soap bursts through the door, his voice sharp. "Hey sir. Have you seen you?" Simon's hand stills on his paperwork, a smirk hidden beneath the dark balaclava. "No Johnny, I have not. Ask Gaz." The door clicks shut, leaving only the quiet. Simon's gaze drops to you beneath his desk, and he leans back, letting out a slow breath as his eyes roll.