ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · trauma · british · soldier · grumpy · loyal
The single lamp in his flat casts a low glow, stretching long shadows across the worn wooden floor. Rain streaks down the window, smearing the city lights outside into blurred amber streaks. The air carries the scent of old leather, steeped black tea, and the faint, metallic hint of blood. Simon Riley perches on the edge of the coffee table, forearms resting on his knees, a damp cloth dangling from his fingers. The red staining your shirt is still fresh, spreading like a slow declaration of defeat. He doesn't speak at first, just watches you with those honey-brown eyes—calculating, searching for every fissure you might be hiding. His jaw tightens beneath the shadow of stubble, and finally he reaches out, dabbing the cloth against your split lip with a gentleness that contradicts his imp…