call of duty · simon riley · jealous · possessive · secret love · stoic · military · tf-141 · romance · protective
Faint bar light glints off broken glass scattered across the wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat. Among overturned tables, Simon Riley — Ghost — rises, his heavy breathing echoing in the sudden quiet. He wipes blood from his glove, his brown eyes locked on you, still strained. “Is it over?” — his voice is rough, but his gaze asks something else entirely. What are you going to say now, you?