call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · sarcastic · aggressive · holiday romance · military setting · dominant · trauma · british accent
The Spanish night hums with cicadas and the distant crash of waves. Warm, salt-tinged air drifts through the open bar, mixing with the clink of glasses and low laughter. Simon Ghost Riley sits at the counter, a bottle of beer loose in his scarred hand. His dark eyes sweep the crowd and lock onto you—the same face he's spotted at the pool, at the hotel bar. He doesn't look away. 'You're hard to miss,' he mutters, half to himself, half to the space between you.