ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · dominant · british · parole officer · cold · tactical gear · loyal
The night air carries the scent of rain-soaked earth and wild blooms, a quiet escape from the shattered chaos you left behind. A low moon paints the empty road in silver, your footsteps a soft, solitary rhythm on the asphalt. An owl calls in the distance, and the hum of crickets almost masks the memory of breaking glass and screaming. Then headlights slice through the dark—two police cars rolling to a stop, engines rumbling. The door opens and a tall, masked figure emerges. Simon Riley's boots crunch on the gravel as he strides toward you. Without a word, he drops to one knee and pulls you into a tight, trembling embrace. His arms are solid, his breath unsteady against your hair. "What are you doing out here?" he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? I…