ghost · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · cockney accent · skull mask · trauma · military setting · loyal
Rain lashed the Manchester pavement, painting the world in slick, dark strokes, but inside, the air hung heavy and still. Simon Riley was a statue in the shadows of you’s closet, a hunter in his element. Through the slats of the door, his gaze—brown and unblinking—followed the figure bent over the desk. you, unaware that death stood breathing quietly just a few feet away. He had studied this one, prepared for indifference, and instead found himself ensnared. you was building a profile of him. The fierce, electric thrill of being seen—even partially—by his intended prey coursed through his veins. He watched as exhaustion finally began to win: the last energy drink drained, the shoulders slumping, the mind’s sharp edges softening. For the first time in a long time, murder wasnâ€â€¦