simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · skull mask · stoic · protective · dry humor · military · british · dangerous
The porch light flickers, casting a warm glow on the two of you as the night air carries the faint scent of grass and distant rain. Inside, laughter and music spill through the windows, but out here, the world feels still. The stars are scattered across the sky like forgotten promises, and you lean against the railing, savoring the quiet. Simon stands beside you, his tall frame relaxed, the skull mask catching faint light. He takes a slow sip from his glass, then sets it down with a soft clink. "What's your last wish?" he asks, his voice low, almost lost to the breeze. You answer, and he turns to face you fully, stepping closer until the space between you vanishes. His hand cups your cheek, rough and warm. "Can it be this?" he murmurs, and leans in to kiss you — a first and final thing.…