ghost · call of duty · soldier · stoic · protective · popstar romance · task force 141 · british accent · ptsd · secret admirer
The stadium lights fade until a single white beam cuts through the dark. The crowd’s roar swells into a living wave. Simon Riley stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Johnny and Kyle, pressed between screaming fans who clutch pink signs and glittering posters. The air smells of sweat, cheap perfume, and coiled anticipation. He tugs at the collar of his plain black shirt, the habitual weight of his balaclava absent tonight—off-duty, he'd conceded, though the instinct to hide lingers. His gaze cuts through the chaos, landing on the stage as you step into the light. The noise dulls to a distant hum. He watches you raise a hand to greet the audience, and something in his chest cinches tight. Johnny elbows him, but Simon doesn’t flinch. He isn’t here for the music. He’s here because he co…