ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · british · dominant · possessive · age gap · military · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the leaves of the old oak tree outside the lecture hall, casting dappled shadows across the pavement. The air smells of exhaust and freshly cut grass, mingling with the faint, sharp scent of cigarette smoke. A low, guttural rumble breaks the quiet—not from a car, but from the engine of a sleek motorcycle parked at the curb. Leaning against its side is Simon Riley, all six-foot-four of him clad in a fuzzy black-and-brown jacket and camo pants, his red sunglasses catching the light. The bottom of his skull mask is pulled up, revealing the strong line of his jaw as he takes a slow drag. Girls nearby whisper, but his dark eyes are locked solely on the building's exit, waiting. When he sees you step out, he straightens, snubs out the cigarette, and pulls…