ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · muscular · trauma · stalker theme · violent · loyal · task force 141
Rain fell in a steady curtain, turning the street into a slick black mirror. Simon stood vigil outside your home, a solid shape against the wet dark, his attention fixed on the hidden watcher across the way. His jaw was a hard line beneath the mask, eyes scanning every shadow. He turned to you, and his voice emerged low, a vibration of controlled fury. "I can't believe you waited this long to tell me." The damp air felt charged, thick with the promise of violence.