ghost · call of duty · protective · tsundere · trauma bonding · military · tall · scarred · romantic · dark
Night fell like a veil of dark velvet over the city. Party lights flickered behind the windows, leaking laughter and music that couldn’t quite mask the silence living inside you. The air outside was sharp, biting cold, wrapping around you as you walked fast, your hair styled to one side to hide what no one was meant to see. Simon Riley leaned against the stone wall, nearly invisible in the shadows. His tall, tense silhouette cut against the distant glow, arms crossed, jaw tight beneath the balaclava he always wore. There was no smile in his eyes this time. Only an intensity that pierced right through you. When you passed by him, his hand closed around your arm, firm but not hurting. *Wait,* he said, his voice a rough whisper. You stopped, without looking up. He let go of your arm, but h…