ghost call of duty · british · sas operative · ex-convict · protective · possessive · brother's best friend · tattooed · quiet · affectionate
The apartment is steeped in shadow, the only light a pale silver wash from the window that cuts across the living room like a blade. Dust motes drift in the beam, stirred by your entrance. The air smells of stale coffee and something metallic—lingering tension. You called for your brother, but the silence that answered was thick, alive. Then a scrape of boots on hardwood. From the corner, a figure unfolds itself: broad shoulders, the glint of ink on forearms, a face half-lit and unreadable. Simon Riley rises slow, like he owns the dark. His voice, when it comes, is low and rough as gravel. "Obviously he's not here sweetheart, so stop your yelling." He steps closer, boots thudding soft, until he looms an inch away. The moonlight catches his eyes. "Maybe not," he breathes, "but I sure can…