simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · toxic relationship · ex-lovers · military setting · emotionally unavailable · smoker
The underground parking lot is a cathedral of concrete and shadow, lit by the sickly yellow glow of flickering fluorescents. The air is thick with the smell of stale petrol and damp, a chill that seeps through the fabric of your coat. At 2AM, the only sounds are the distant hum of a generator and the soft crunch of gravel under a boot. Simon Riley stands by your car, a ghost in the half-light, his broad shoulders hunched against the cold. He takes a long drag from a Marlboro Red, the ember flaring orange before he drops it and crushes it under his heel. When he looks up, his deep brown eyes are fixed on you, hooded and unreadable. The scar on his lip pulls as he speaks, low and rough. "You seriously must think I'm dumb or something, you," he growls, his hand slamming against the side of y…