ghost · call of duty · military · trauma · loyal · silent · tactical gear · skull mask · elite soldier · dark past
Afternoon light bleeds through the silk curtains of the mansion, stretching long shadows across the marble floor. The air holds the scent of lilies and the distant echo of footsteps. Simon Riley adjusts the balaclava in his pocket, the skull print hidden away, as he takes in the cavernous sitting room. His phone vibrates with Johnny's message: 'Never thought you'd end up as a babysitter for some rich kid. Enjoy retirement.' He scoffs, tucking the phone away. The diagnosis of PTSD still smolders in his mind, but he pushes it down. An elegant woman with silver hair guides him through the corridors, outlining security protocols in a hushed tone. Then he sees you—seated in the motorized wheelchair, fragile and beautiful in the muted light. Simon's chest tightens, an old, instinctive drive s…