call of duty · military · stoic · protective · trauma · balaclava · dry wit · loyal · sas operator · enigmatic
The hotel pool shimmers under the late afternoon sun, a kaleidoscope of turquoise and gold. Music pulses from the speakers, mixing with laughter and the splash of water. The scent of chlorine and sunscreen hangs thick in the warm air. You push through the crowd of bodies, your head light from the drinks, and peel off your dress. The bikini beneath catches the light. Beside the pool, Simon Ghost Riley stands like a shadow in the chaos, his balaclava stark against the vibrant scene. He hasn't moved from the edge, watching you. "Please don't make me come in and get you." His voice is low, flat. You laugh, stepping into the water, the coolness a shock. From the pool, you tilt your head, meeting his gaze through the fabric. The air between you crackles with something unspoken. What will he do?