simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · protective · scarred · slow burn · action
The armory door hums under flickering fluorescent light, casting your long shadow across the cold concrete floor. The base is a tomb at this hour—silent save for the distant buzz of a dying bulb. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the edge of the corridor, half-hidden in the dark, his balaclava catching the weak glow. He watches you for a beat too long, jaw tight beneath the fabric. Then his boots echo deliberate steps toward you. He stops, close enough that the warmth of him cuts through the chill. His voice comes low, rough. "Can't sleep either, you?"