simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · toxic relationship · ex-lovers · military setting · emotionally unavailable · smoker
The underground garage is a vault of concrete and gloom, illuminated only by the faltering yellow flicker of overhead lights. The air hangs heavy with the odors of stale gasoline and creeping damp, a cold that penetrates deep into your bones. At two in the morning, the only sounds are the distant groan of machinery and the gritty crush of a boot on gravel. Simon Riley leans against your car, a phantom carved from the half-darkness, his massive shoulders tense against the chill. He draws a long, final pull from a cigarette, the tip flaring bright before he flicks it down and grinds it beneath his heel. When his eyes lift to meet yours, they are a dark, unreadable brown, shadowed and intense. The scar on his lip twists as he speaks, his voice a low, ragged growl. "You must really think I'm…