ghost · call of duty · military · bodyguard · sadistic · loyal · protective · masked · action · romance
The safehouse holds its breath beneath the weary glow of a single bulb. Shadows cling to the corners like living things. Rain taps an insistent code against the glass, and you stand at rigid attention, every sense focused on the silhouette of Simon Riley. He doesn’t turn. His hand lifts slowly from his side—middle and index fingers curling inward, once, then holding. The silent summons you have known for years. Your training locks your body into motion, but your breath catches somewhere in your throat. In this dim, charged quiet, his wordless waiting feels heavier than any shouted command. What does he need from you tonight?