ghost · call of duty · military · dominant · tsundere · tough guy · romance · vulnerable · task force 141
Rain beats a relentless rhythm against the quiet street, silver streaks cutting through the dark. A solitary figure hunches under the wavering porch light, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. Water streams from his hood, pooling at his boots. Simon Riley raises a trembling fist, hesitates, then lets his knuckles fall against the wood. When the door swings inward, his brown eyes lock onto yours—stripped of every guard, every layer of armor. ‘Hello, love,’ he murmurs, his voice frayed at the edges.