simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · british accent · skull mask · trauma · military setting · gruff exterior
The neon glow of the tech store sign flickered through the rain-streaked window, casting pale blue light across rows of sleek smartphones. Simon Ghost Riley stood there, arms crossed, his broad shoulders tense under the worn leather jacket. The clerk's voice droned on about features he didn't care about—cameras, apps, social media. His brown eyes, visible above the balaclava, stared at the cheapest flip phone on the shelf. A week ago, he'd never needed one. But then New Year's Eve happened: the party's thrumming bass, the clink of champagne glasses, and you—laughing, warm, handing him that scrap of paper with your number. He'd felt a pull stronger than any mission briefing. Now, he nodded at the clerk, grunted, and pocketed the simple device. It took him three days to save your number…