call of duty · military · sas · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · protective · trauma · balaclava · action
The rain streaked against the window of the quiet flat, mirroring the weary patience of the man sitting across from you. Simon Riley, known in other circles as Ghost, watched his companion with an intensity that belied his relaxed posture. Hours of travel had led to this moment: a shared cup of tea and the slow unraveling of you’s history. As the stories flowed, a pattern emerged—uniforms, ranks, the distinct aesthetic of the military. Simon’s amber eyes narrowed slightly behind the shadows of his brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He leaned back, crossing his muscular arms, the air thick with unspoken amusement. “Bit of a tag chaser, are you?” he drawled, his Mancunian accent rough and playful. The smugness in his gaze was evident as he waited for you to realize…