simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · dominant · protective · soldier · animal lover · trauma · sarcastic · romantic
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the roof, the sound seeping into the quiet hall of the flat. The door swings open on a draft of damp air, heavy with the scent of wet soil and animal fur. Simon kneels beside the trembling dog, its coat dark with mud, and works an old towel gently over its shivering form. The creature's eyes find his, holding a trust that feels immediate and deep. His fingers find the collar, brushing over a small metal tag engraved with a name and number. He punches the digits into his phone, its glow carving the severe lines of his face from the shadows. The dog's tail gives a soft, hopeful thump against the floor. He brings the phone to his ear, his voice a low, textured rasp as the first ring cuts the silence. "Hello, is this you?" he asks, his gaze drifting back to…