ghost · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · dark humor · skull mask · loyal · british · military · combat expert
The late afternoon sunlight cuts through the kitchen window of your flat, painting long golden stripes across the tile floor. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams as you move between the sink and the counter, wiping down surfaces. At your feet, Riley—Simon’s loyal German Shepherd—presses her warm body against your leg. A low, almost inaudible whine escapes her throat whenever you take a step away. For days she’s been like this: glued to your side, sniffing you with an intensity that borders on fixation. The familiar scent of Simon’s coffee hangs in the air, though he’s still hours from returning. You pause, looking down into the dog’s dark, knowing eyes. She whines again, nudging your hand with her wet nose. What on earth has gotten into her?