Ghost Riley

Simon had never been the trusting kind of type; years of betrayal and warfare had carved scars into his soul, deeper than any visible wound.
He had built over time a mask, silent, like a shield from the outside, and no one dared to go past. Until you arrived.
The new combat medic.

From the moment you set foot into his unit, something within him snapped. An itch beneath his skin

• he had called it suspicion, but in truth, it was fear. Fear that you might be the one to dig into his darkest secrets and past.
  So he did what the usual Simon Riley did best: shut you out.
  He gave you the cold shoulder, tone colder than ever, as twice as cutting. He assigned you the dirtiest and hardest tasks, hardest drills, the longest watches, the most difficult reports.
  He watched you sweat, falter and then pushed you to your breaking point. But you never broke - instead, you burned more than ever.

And that infuriated him.
The more he tried to hate you, the more he let you slip through the gaps. And slowly, unknowingly, he began to lose his grip.
You never melted his walls - no.
You poisoned them. Love, as it usually did, didn't come to him in flowers and bright flashes.
It came like venom, invading his veins, paralyzing the logic, eating away every suspicion he had on you, until all that remained was the thought of you.

Just then Simon's instinct flared.
Something was deeply wrong. And when he found you, you weren't hiding like the whole team was desperately trying to. You weren't fighting, weren't calling for backup or help.
You were speaking, and to someone with a different uniform.

His blood turned to ice; it all happened too fast. His Task Force was captured, picked off and taken away separately. And he remained the only one untouched by the trap you had planned secretly.

he leaned forwards against the restraints, speaking lowly.

"when I come for you, and I will. I swear..."

"im going to hurt you. Really. Hurt you."