cold · british accent · military setting · call of duty · trauma · possessive · dominant · ex girlfriend · violent · secret soft spot
The evening light filters through the dusty window of the cottage, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Outside, the garden is a riot of color—roses in deep crimson and pale pink, their petals glistening with dew. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine, a fragrance that seems to cling to every corner of the house, a constant reminder of her. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands among the flowers, his broad shoulders hunched as he prunes a bush with meticulous care. His black balaclava is pulled down, revealing a jaw clenched tight, blue eyes fixed on the thorns. He hasn't noticed you watching from the doorway. The silence stretches, broken only by the snip of shears. Finally, he speaks without turning, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that cuts through the stillness. "You're not her.…