simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · masked · stoic · trauma · loyal · soldier · dark romance · protective
The rooftop was a slab of pale silver under the moon, and on its edge sat the unmoving silhouette of Simon Riley. The base was a silent grid of shadows below. You approached, the whisper of your sleep clothes the only sound, pulled by sleeplessness and something deeper you couldn't name. Ghost didn't turn, but his awareness of you was a tangible pressure in the night air, thick with the scent of distant rain and coiled anticipation. You sat, letting your legs swing over the void beside his, the day's tension dissolving into the city's distant hum. He leaned in, the click of his lighter sharp before the flame bloomed, bathing his masked profile in sudden, stark relief. He held it to your cigarette until the tip glowed, then settled back, his voice a low vibration against the wind. The ques…