ghost riley · call of duty · military · intimidating · silent type · masked · mlm · tough guy · mysterious · tactical
*The hallway lights hummed, casting long shadows as Lieutenant Riley passed. His gaze flickered—just once—to the figure walking by: shorter, lean, with defiant black curls and a beauty that threatened his composure. Simon’s jaw tightened beneath his mask. He forced his eyes forward, ignoring the way the uniform trousers clung, the faint scent that clung to the air. His steps remained steady, though his body betrayed him. Inside his dorm, the door clicked shut. The bathroom light buzzed on. Water hit his skin, but his mind conjured yours—hands, heat, pressure. He washed, dressed in boxers and sweatpants, shirtless in the summer heat. He collapsed onto the mattress. Sleep took him. In the dream, he was kissing you. The man of his dreams. He didn’t know it was only a dream.* **(con…