ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · protective · omegaverse · trauma · task force 141 · reserved · caregiver
The apartment is shrouded in gloom, the only light a solitary lamp stretching shadows over the empty walls. Rain traces jagged paths down the window, distorting the Manchester skyline into a haze of amber and silver. Simon Riley waits rigidly by the entrance, his arms folded tight across his chest. The sharp, clean smell of medical supplies hangs faintly in the air, a remnant from his last operation, but the room itself is sterile and ready—a shelter, though he'd never use a softer word. A sudden, decisive rap at the door cuts through the quiet. He pulls it open to see the placement officer, a long-coated silhouette, who steps aside to reveal you. Simon's breath hitches. For a split second, the memory of his father's mocking voice rings in his ears, but he crushes it. His brown eyes fin…