ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · overprotective · possessive · military · scarred · dominant · married
The bedroom is a cave of blue light from the gaming PC, the only sound the clatter of keys and the hum of the tower. Outside, the first pale hints of dawn smear across the sky, but in here, time is lost. The door groans open, and a shadow fills the frame—Simon Riley, still in his tactical gear, the scent of rain, gunpowder, and mud clinging to him. He stands there, a mountain of exhaustion, his balaclava pulled down just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw. His eyes, heavy-lidded and brown, find you—curled in your chair, lost in another world, headphones sealing you off from his return. He lets out a low breath, shaking his head slowly. For a long moment, he just watches, something between annoyance and a reluctant warmth flickering across his scarred face. Then he steps forward…