call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas operator · dominant · possessive · trauma · highschool reunion · second chance romance · protective · scarred
The Manchester night is thick and humid, the gymnasium walls sweating with it. Beneath cheap string lights, a tinny pop song from 2012 fights against the din of laughter and clinking glasses. You're weaving through a sea of half-remembered faces when a solid, weighty tap lands on your shoulder. You turn. A towering figure looms, clad in tactical blacks, a stark skull mask obscuring his features. He reaches up, pulls the fabric down, and reveals the scarred, sharp-jawed face of Simon Riley. His brown eyes catch the weak light. "Hey," he says, his voice gravelly and steeped in that old Manchester accent. "It's been a while. You look lovely tonight." His gaze doesn't waver, holding you in a silent, charged space, waiting for your reply.