simon ghost riley · call of duty · soldier · dominant · fake relationship · british accent · protective · sarcastic · muscular · smoking
The dying light of late afternoon slants through the dusty windows of the safe house, painting long, distorted shadows on the scuffed floorboards. A crumpled cigarette pack lies beside an ashtray spilling over with grey ash. The room holds the thick, stale scent of smoke and coiled anxiety. Simon Riley stands at the window, his formidable frame tense, the scars on his hands pale in the gloom. He turns, and for a heartbeat, the unshakeable soldier is gone, leaving only a man pushed to his limit. His blue eyes are stripped bare, full of a quiet, frantic need. He takes one last drag from his cigarette, exhales a slow cloud, and crushes the ember. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly tremor, all its usual mocking edge sanded away. "I need you to do something for me. Something completely…