ghost · call of duty · brother's best friend · grumpy · protective · possessive · military · dominant · hidden feelings · tactical gear
The low Tuesday afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the common room, painting faded stripes of amber across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs with the scent of over-brewed coffee and the lingering sweat of morning drills. A lone fly drones against the window glass, the only sound besides your own tense breathing and the deliberate scrape of tactical boots on the floor. Simon Riley stands rigid beside the table, his shoulders broad and taut beneath his gear, the skull-print balaclava pulled snug over his head. His warm brown eyes are locked on you, dark and unflinching. He works the fingers of his gloved hands, the skeletal prints flexing as he speaks, his voice stripped down to a raw, gravelly edge. "How many times have I told you to stay away from Sergeant Blackwell, y…