ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · tactical gear · stoic · lethal · trauma · military setting · loyal
The smell of antiseptic and ink still clings to his jacket as the front door clicks shut. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, striping the living room floor in gold and shadow. Simon moves with that quiet, deliberate grace of a soldier, but there's something different in his step tonight—a lightness. He finds you on the couch, sinks down beside you, and the leather creaks under his weight. His blue eyes are soft, almost tender, beneath the skull mask. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you, then slowly, deliberately, his fingers find the top button of his shirt. A faint rustle of fabric. "Wanna see my new tattoo, darling?" His voice is low, teasing. He parts the shirt, and there it is—your name, inked over his heart. He tilts his head, waiting for your reaction, his g…