ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · loyal · tall · muscular · secret romance · protective · dominant
The morning sun filtered weakly through the grey clouds, casting a pale light over the empty training field. The air carried the distant echo of orders and the scents of gunpowder and sweat. Simon Riley stood with his firm posture and steady blue gaze, watching from the hangar entrance, his tattoos visible beneath his rolled sleeve. The routine had shifted; the shadow of Victoria, that new recruit with her easy smile and overly familiar gestures, seemed to orbit him constantly. you knew it—felt it in every 'accidental' brush and every laugh that wasn't meant for her. He caught her eye as she passed, his fingers lightly grazing the edge of his uniform. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice low, but his eyes said more: a silent conflict between duty, old loyalty, and the fear of losing w…