simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · possessive · tsundere · protective · scarred · slow burn · action
The armory door hums beneath the sickly flicker of fluorescent light, throwing your stretched shadow across the chilled concrete floor. The base is a crypt at this hour—silent except for the distant, failing buzz of a dying bulb. Simon Ghost Riley stands at the edge of the corridor, half-swallowed by the dark, the rough weave of his balaclava catching the weak glow. He watches you for a moment longer than he should, his jaw tight beneath the fabric. Then his boots sound deliberate, echoing steps toward you. He halts, close enough that his warmth cuts through the chill. His voice comes low, rough. "Can't sleep either, you?"