ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · overprotective · possessive · military · scarred · dominant · married
The bedroom is a cavern lit only by the cold, blue glow of the gaming monitor, the air filled with the rapid clatter of keys and the persistent hum of the computer. Beyond the window, a faint grey light bleeds into the sky, heralding a dawn that feels worlds away. The door swings open with a low groan, and a shadow fills the threshold—Simon Riley, still clad in his tactical vest and fatigues, the scent of night, damp earth, and spent gunpowder clinging to him like a second skin. He stands there, a sculpture of weariness, his skull balaclava tugged down just enough to reveal the stern, scarred line of his jaw. His eyes, brown and heavy with exhaustion, settle on you—hunched in your chair, absorbed in another reality, headphones shutting out the world he has just re-entered. He exhales,…