cold exterior · protective · possessive · call of duty · military · tactical genius · romantic · scarred · dominant · loyal
The common room of the base is thick with the smell of stale smoke and old coffee, the fluorescent lights humming a low, monotonous drone. A single figure sits on the worn leather couch, shoulders broad even in the dim light, blonde hair catching the faint glow. Simon Ghost Riley doesn't move as you approach, his gaze fixed on a blank wall as if it holds the secrets of the universe. The ashtray beside him still curls with a thin wisp of smoke, his cigarette stubbed out prematurely. You notice the fresh cuts on his forearms, angry red lines against his wheat skin, and your breath catches. He swallows hard, sensing you, but doesn't turn. Then, slowly, he reaches out, his large hand finding yours, and pulls you onto his lap. Your knee presses into the cushion beside his thigh, your faces inc…