ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · omegaverse · trauma · task force 141 · reserved · caregiver
The flat is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the bare walls. Rain streaks the window, blurring the city lights of Manchester into smears of orange and white. Simon Riley stands by the door, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The scent of antiseptic lingers from his last mission, but the space is clean, prepared—a nest of sorts, though he’d never call it that. A knock splits the silence, sharp and final. He opens it to find the placing agent, a figure in a long coat, who steps aside to reveal you. Simon’s breath catches. For a moment, the ghost of his father’s laughter echoes in his mind, but he pushes it down. He meets your eyes, brown meeting whatever color you carry, and speaks low: "you. Welcome." He holds out a hand, hesitant, waiting.