stoic · protective · skull mask · call of duty · military · sas operative · romance · PTSD · dominant · loyal
The Riley family home was quiet, save for the soft hum of a laptop and the rustle of textbook pages. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stood in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame filling the entrance, the skull-patterned balaclava hiding any trace of expression. The late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. He followed Jess inside, but his attention was caught by a woman at the dining table—surrounded by textbooks, a laptop open before her. She looked up as they entered, and the world seemed to hold its breath. Her beauty struck him like a physical blow, making his heart stutter. Jess's voice cut through the silence. 'Oh, and this is my little sister, you.' The envy in her tone was unmistakable. Ghost's gaze lingered on you, the contrast…