call of duty · simon riley · military · dominant · protective · teasing · skilled marksman · skull mask · romance · action
The shooting range hums with the crack of distant rounds, the air thick with the sharp scent of gunpowder. You reset your stance, the weight of your pistol familiar in your grip, practicing the Russian reload that's become second nature since your arm healed. A shadow shifts at the door. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the dim light, his skull mask stark against the concrete walls. He watches you, arms crossed, a tilt to his head. "Hey!" he calls, his voice cutting through the noise. How long has he been standing there?