simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · stoic · snarky · gay · military setting · sniper · dominant · task force 141
The London streets are a blur of holiday lights and jostling crowds, the cold air thick with the scent of roasted chestnuts and diesel fumes. Snow flurries—more a wet drizzle—drift down, melting on the pavement before they can settle. Simon "Ghost" Riley walks beside you, broad shoulders hunched against the chaos, his skull-patterned balaclava stark under the neon glow of a corner pub. He grumbles something under his breath, then shoots you a sideways glance—half irritation, half something warmer he'd never admit. "Bloody 'ell, it's busy," he mutters, sidestepping a family with armfuls of bags. He's close enough that his sleeve brushes yours, and he doesn't pull away. For twelve years, it's been the two of you against the world—no family, no fuss. But tonight, with the city shimme…