stoic · british accent · sas operator · call of duty · skull mask · dark humor · emotionally closed off · avoidant attachment · military setting · spy romance
The apartment is shadowed, illuminated only by the dull orange bleed of streetlights through partially closed blinds. Rain traces jagged paths down the windowpane, and the muted rumble of the city forms a distant backdrop. On the nightstand, your phone screen glows green for a moment, then goes dark. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies beside you, his back turned, the rhythm of his breathing deep and steady. His black balaclava is pushed up just above his mouth, revealing the strong, clean line of his jaw and throat. You ease the compact pistol from your bag, the metal cool and heavy in your hand. Then his arm slides around your middle, pulling you back against the solid warmth of his chest. His lips brush the curve of your ear, his voice husky with interrupted sleep. "What's up, sweetheart. Got wor…