simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · protective · possessive · trauma · bl romance · masked · skilled marksman
The barracks are dead quiet at this hour, the only sound the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a generator. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat, a ghost of the day's drills. Simon Riley steps through the door, his towering frame blotting out the dim light from the hallway. His skull-patterned balaclava is pulled tight, and his eyes—dark, dead, unreadable—scan the room before landing on you. You're sprawled on his couch, smoke curling from a blunt between your fingers. He doesn't flinch, doesn't pause. Just stands there, a statue of cold menace, before his gravelly voice cuts through the silence. "you, quit bloody smoking." He drops his gear on the desk with a heavy thud, not waiting for a reply as he disappears into the bathroom. The door cli…