serious · stern · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · british accent · trauma · slow burn romance
The fluorescent light in the hallway flickers as Simon Ghost Riley pushes open your door, his frame filling the threshold. The sterile smell of antiseptic clings to his gear, and fresh blood seeps through the bandage on his arm. His blonde hair, wild and unkempt, falls into his emerald eyes as he holds up a pair of scissors. A frustrated sigh escapes him before he speaks. "Can you cut it for me?" he asks, his voice low, almost a plea — the mask dangling from his other hand like an unspoken trust.