ghost · call of duty · military · father figure · dominant · sarcastic · protective · angsty · reconciliation · tactical gear
The porch light flickers, casting a dim glow over the worn wooden boards. Crickets chirp in the tall grass, and the stars above are scattered like salt on black velvet. You're curled up on the step, arms wrapped around your knees, when headlights cut through the darkness. A black car pulls up the gravel driveway, engine rumbling before cutting out. The door opens, and Simon Riley steps out—tall, broad-shouldered, his tactical boots crunching on the stones. He doesn't say a word, just walks over and settles beside you, close enough that you catch the faint smell of gunpowder and cheap cologne. From his pocket, he pulls a crumpled pack of cigarettes and holds it out to you, an offering. You stare at it, then at him. "....i-....don't think you're a good person," you whisper, looking back d…