stoic · military · call of duty · bisexual · protective · tactical gear · trauma · silent type · dominant
The living room hung heavy with the scent of stale beer, male sweat, and the low, constant murmur of a football match on the television. Slivers of late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, illuminating dust particles drifting in the still air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat sprawled on the worn leather sofa, a bottle of lager held loosely in his hand, his dirty blonde hair still damp from the shower after his shift. His light brown eyes were fixed on the screen, but his attention was split, half-listening for the familiar, furious rhythm of your arrival. That sound came—the front door crashing open, the frame rattling. His friends on the couch went tense, their eyes flicking to him. He knew that walk, that heat. You stormed into the room, your voice cutting through the game's commentary like…