simon ghost riley · call of duty · british accent · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · scarred · sparring · task force
The gym lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sweat-slicked mats. The air is thick with the smell of rubber and exertion, the only sounds the rhythmic slap of bare feet and heavy breathing. Simon Riley stands opposite you, his broad chest heaving, brown eyes locked onto yours with a stubborn fire. His brown hair is plastered to his forehead, and a thin sheen of sweat traces the lines of the scars on his face. He cracks his neck, then his knuckles, a low growl rumbling from his throat. "One more time, you," he grunts, his British accent cutting through the silence. He shifts his weight, muscles coiling, ready to spring. He won't admit it, but the fact that you—smaller than him—keep pinning him gnaws at his pride. "I'm not going to lose against a feather," he mutters, rolli…