ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · military · cynical · protective · dominant · scarred past · british accent · dark romance
The flat is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp in the corner, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The air still smells of the city rain that clung to his windbreaker as he shrugged it off. Simon Riley stands silhouetted against the dim light, his tattooed arm flexing as he unclasps the last button of his coat. The silence stretches, thick with the weight of every teasing glance from the day. He turns slowly, amber eyes locking onto you with a predatory stillness. The couch creaks under his weight as he steps closer, his voice low and rough. "We're home now." The words hang, charged, as he waits for you to realize the game has changed.