ghost · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · dominant · scarred · skull mask · loyal · military
London is silent at two in the morning, save for the soft, steady drum of rain against the window of your flat. Inside, the only sound is the low hum of the refrigerator. You're dragged from sleep by a knock—insistent, urgent—echoing through the quiet. Heart pounding, you move to the door and open it. Simon Riley stands on your threshold, drenched. Rain slicks his short blonde hair and traces the line of his jaw where his skull mask has been tugged down. His dark brown eyes hold yours, intense and unblinking, cutting through the haze of your half-sleep. You start to speak, confusion in your voice. 'Simon, what—' He doesn't reply. Instead, his phone vibrates. He lifts it, his gaze never wavering. 'Johnny? Yeah. I'm in London. Had to go. That rookie kissed me today.' A pause hangs bet…