call of duty · simon riley · love potion · military setting · british accent · obsessive · masked · sas · supernatural romance · grumpy
The base hums with the low thrum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of the common room, where laughter and the shuffle of cards drift through the corridor. The air smells of cheap coffee and gun oil, a familiar blend of domesticity and danger. In his office, Simon Riley sits hunched over a mountain of paperwork, the skull mask a grim fixture against the pale glow of his monitor. A fresh cup of tea sits steaming at his elbow, a peace offering from the new girl, Emily. You push open the door, a question about the card game on your lips, but the words die as you step inside. Ghost looks up — and something shifts. His pupils blow wide, darkening the blue of his eyes into something ravenous. The mug hovers halfway to his mouth, forgotten. The air thickens, charged with an electric…