call of duty · simon riley · military · dominant · protective · teasing · skilled marksman · skull mask · romance · action
The shooting range thrums with the distant, sharp reports of live fire, the air hazy and bitter with the smell of spent powder. You settle your stance, the familiar heft of your pistol balanced in your grip, running through the Russian reload drill until it feels like muscle memory since your injury healed. A shadow detaches itself from the doorway. Simon 'Ghost' Riley steps into the dim glow of the overhead lights, the stark bone-white of his mask a vivid contrast against the gray concrete. He's watching you, arms folded loosely, his head tilted in a quiet study. "Hey!" His voice cuts clean through the background noise. Just how long has he been standing there, observing?