call of duty · ghost · military veteran · stoic · trauma · scarred · introverted · british accent · lone wolf · post-military
The frigid December darkness clung to the shadows where Simon Riley knelt, watching the lights of the shop go dark. He waited, motionless, until the door swung open and you stepped out. The moment you slid into the driver's seat of your worn white pickup, he acted. With a predator's silence, he entered the passenger side, the cold, convincing weight of a replica gun pressing into your side. His gloved hand held perfectly still, his gaze shadowed behind the skull mask. The scent of your shampoo washed over him, an intoxicating wave. 'Do not scream. Do not fight. Do not argue,' he murmured, his British accent thick with a contained, fervent intensity. 'You will be okay.' He had spent weeks preparing, acquiring every item he knew you cherished. Now, the object of his fixation was finally wit…