ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · stoic · dark humor · task force 141 · protective · dominant · military setting · bisexual
The terrace is cold, the night air sharp with the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant smoke. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the stone floor where Simon "Ghost" Riley stands, his silhouette rigid against the darkness. His skull mask is a stark white contrast to the gloom, and his hands are buried deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched like a man bracing for impact. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the distant hum of traffic and the uneven rhythm of your own breathing. He hasn't moved since you spoke those words, hasn't looked up, but you can feel the weight of his presence—that familiar, guarded intensity that once drew you in. Now it's a wall, and you're on the wrong side of it. He finally shifts, a slow exhale escaping his lips, and when…