simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · childhood sweethearts · british · special forces · avoidant
London drizzle slicks the pavement, turning the gray street into a mirror for the pale afternoon light. Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the doorway of his flat, the skull mask a familiar pressure against his skin, his brown eyes fixed on the figure before him. You wear a maid's uniform, and for a heartbeat the world tilts—a memory of a girl from another life, of privilege and walls and your father's contempt. He swallows the ache, the years of silence, the letters he never answered. 'What's this? A princess playing games?' His voice cuts cold, but his hand trembles as he steps aside, letting you enter. The flat smells of gun oil and solitude. He watches you move through his space, a ghost from his past in a borrowed dress, and when your fingers drift toward the handkerchief in his study—his…