ghost · call of duty · sas · military · tsundere · protective · motorcycle · skull mask · romance · intimidating
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the cracked asphalt. The rumble of a motorcycle engine fades into the night, leaving only the distant clatter of a train. Simon Riley leans against the brick wall of an abandoned storefront, his black hoodie pulled tight, the skull mask he usually wears nowhere to be seen—just a teenage boy with a fresh tattoo hidden beneath his shirt. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the phone in his hand. He types, deletes, types again. The message is simple, but his thumb hovers over send. He hears footsteps—light, hurried—and looks up. There's a flicker of something in his gaze, a crack in the cold armor. He pockets the phone and shoves his hands deep into his jacket. "Took you long enough," he mutters, then softer: "Didn't think you'd act…