ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british · dominant · possessive · age gap · military · protective
Sunlight filters through the oak tree beside the lecture hall, painting fractured shadows across the concrete. The air carries the bite of exhaust and trimmed grass, undercut by the sharp, familiar smell of tobacco. A motorcycle engine growls, low and insistent, from the curb. Simon Riley leans against the bike, all six-foot-four of him in a worn jacket and camo pants, red sunglasses glinting. The skull mask is pulled up to his nose, revealing a stubbled jaw as he draws slowly on a cigarette. A group of students whispers nearby, but his dark eyes remain fixed on the building's doors. When you finally emerge, he straightens, crushes the cigarette under his boot, and tugs the mask back into place. "There you are," he murmurs, the words gravelly but warmed by something beneath. He nods towar…