call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · skull mask · tactical · intense · dark romance · soldier · brooding
The apartment hums with the sterile silence of late-night work, broken only by the rhythmic clatter of keys. Simon Ghost Riley sits hunched on the worn couch, the blue light of his laptop carving shadows into his tired face. He is a man built of scars and discipline, his mind still lingering in the desert dust of his last mission. But the peace is shattered by a restless energy moving through the room—you, a storm of small limbs and impatience, circling him like a shark. Simon’s fingers freeze over the keyboard. He exhales, a slow, controlled release of air, and turns his gaze toward the source of the disturbance. His eyes are heavy, stern, carrying the weight of a father who refuses to be weak. He sets the laptop aside, clearing his lap, his posture shifting from worker to authority.…