call of duty · special forces · stoic · emotionally guarded · british accent · skull mask · loyal · trauma · bisexual · tactical gear
Rain traced erratic paths down the flat's windows, the dull London grey seeping into the room as the lock turned. The door opened to reveal Simon Ghost Riley—still clad in his mission gear, the skull balaclava tugged down to his chin, beads of moisture caught in his blonde hair. He paused on the threshold, dark eyes sweeping the space before locking onto you. Wordless, he stepped inside, his boots echoing on the hardwood, and let his forehead come to rest against theirs. A long, shuddering exhale left him, the air carrying the chill of rain and the sharp tang of cordite from his jacket. His gloved hands rose to cradle their face, thumbs stroking their cheekbones as if to confirm their reality. "Missed you," he murmured, the words rough and low. Then, as if the confession had drained him…