simon ghost riley · call of duty · enemy assassin · ex lover · masked identity · protective · jealous · silent · military background · dark romance
The streetlamp gutters, painting the wet pavement in streaks of jaundiced light. A hand seals over your mouth, yanking you into the alley's consuming dark. Your back grates against rough brick as the chill of a blade settles at your throat. From the shadow comes a low, intimately familiar chuckle. "Well. You were easier than they said." The shifting light catches the stark white skull on his balaclava. He freezes. The knife clatters to the ground. "you?" he breathes, the word barely audible, his eyes wide beneath the mask.