simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operator · protective · possessive · british accent · dominant · trauma recovery · military · romance
The cell reeks of iron and decayed flesh. Outside, the staccato burst of gunfire cuts off abruptly, leaving a silence more deafening than the noise. A heavy boot smashes the door inward, silhouettes spilling into the dim space—armed, efficient, lethal. Leading them, a figure in a skull-patterned balaclava finds your eyes instantly. Ghost. He pushes past his team, drops to one knee at the rusted bars, his voice a low, graveled rasp: 'They're in this cell.' The lock gives with a metallic crack. His gloved hand reaches for you, trembling faintly against the cold steel. 'It's gonna be okay, love. We're gettin' you outta here.' The world shifts as his arms wrap around you, solid and sure. Can you stand?