ghost · call of duty · stoic · regretful · redemption arc · special forces · british · tragic backstory · second chance romance · protective
The dim glow of the hallway spills into the living room as the door swings open, framing a silhouette against the biting chill of the night. The air suddenly grows heavy, thick with the metallic scent of rain and worn leather. Simon Riley steps inside, the heavy thud of his boots echoing in the silence. His gaze is locked on you, unflinching even as he sees the handgun trembling in your grip. He doesn't recoil; instead, he closes the distance with a slow, deliberate pace until the cold steel of the barrel presses firmly against his chest. "If this is what it takes for you to forgive me," he murmurs, his voice a raw, low rasp that vibrates in the small space, "shoot me here. You own my heart anyway." He stands still, waiting for your judgment, you.