call of duty · ghost riley · military veteran · farm setting · grumpy · protective · ptsd · slow burn romance · british accent · loner
The final embers of the sunset bleed across the horizon, staining the endless corn and wheat fields in deep amber and bruised gold. A crisp breeze stirs the dust, carrying the earthy perfume of hay and damp soil as the first stars puncture the violet sky. Along the dirt path leading to the farmhouse, a solitary figure approaches—broad-shouldered and imposing, his heavy boots striking the ground with rhythmic, military precision. The skull mask clinging to his face is a grim contrast to the softening twilight, the visage of a man who traded his identity for a legend. A crumpled job advertisement clutched in his gloved hand flutters in the wind. He halts at the porch, surveying the wrap-around railings and the inviting, warm glow of the interior windows before knocking. An older man opens…