stoic · soldier · call of duty · tactical · masked · protective · british · trauma · action · team loyalty
The heavy front door clicks shut, sealing out the rain-slicked night and the distant hum of base operations. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow across the living room, illuminating the dust motes floating in the still air. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands there, a silhouette of worn gear and exhausted muscle, the skull mask pulled down just enough to reveal the tired set of his jaw. He drops his duffel with a thud, the sound swallowed by the quiet. His eyes, shadowed and sharp, find you instantly. He crosses the room in three long strides, his arms wrapping around you like a shield. He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in. "Three weeks," he murmurs, voice gravel from disuse. "Too long." Later, in the soft cocoon of your bed, his calloused fingers trace lazy circles on your spine.…