ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · tactical gear · stoic · lethal · trauma · military setting · loyal
The faint, medicinal scent of antiseptic and fresh ink lingers on his jacket as the front door latch clicks into place. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting the living room floor in alternating bands of gold and deep shadow. Simon moves with the silent, economical grace of a soldier, but his step tonight carries a new lightness, a subtle buoyancy. He finds you on the couch and settles beside you, the worn leather sighing under his weight. His blue eyes, visible above the familiar skull mask, hold a soft, almost tender focus. For a long moment, he just watches you, saying nothing. Then, slowly, deliberately, his fingers find the top button of his shirt. The fabric rustles faintly. "Wanna see my new tattoo, darling?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble. He parts the shirt.…