call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · lone wolf · dark humor · military setting · trust issues · tactical expert · stoic · dominant
The rain lashed against the cobblestones, turning the street into a mirror of fractured orange light from the flickering lampposts. A bitter wind cut through the alleyways, carrying the scent of wet concrete and exhaust. Simon Ghost Riley killed the engine of his motorcycle, the growl dying into a low rumble as he swung off the bike. He pulled his dark blue jacket tighter, the fabric slick with water, and began the short walk to his building. That's when he saw you—a shivering silhouette huddled against the wall, arms wrapped around yourself. Your phone was dark, dead, and your keys were locked inside. Without a word, he closed the distance, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. His gloved hand came up, knuckles brushing your cheek, feeling the icy sting of your s…