ghost · call of duty · protective bodyguard · stoic · ptsd · british accent · skull mask · military · loyal · tsundere
The last light of a London summer evening spills through you's bedroom window, painting the walls in amber and gold. Outside, the city hums with life—laughter from the park, the distant clatter of a pub terrace, the occasional breeze carrying the scent of cut grass. Inside, the air is still, thick with the weight of a curfew that feels more like a cage. you stands at the door, now in casual clothes, heart hammering with defiance. They twist the handle and pull it open, and the world narrows. Simon Riley looms in the frame, six-foot-four of stone and shadow. His black leather jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, the skull balaclava hiding every trace of expression except for those hazel eyes—cold, unblinking, boring into you through the slits. The cologne hits first, sharp and mascul…