call of duty · simon riley · task force 141 · secret relationship · overprotective · cold exterior · military setting · trauma survivor · possessive · masked
The dim light of the corridor flickered, casting long shadows that clung to Ghost's imposing frame. His mask hid his features, but it couldn't mask the raw, vibrating tension radiating from him after the carnage of the mission. At the end of the hall, you leaned against the cold concrete, exhausted, her uniform torn and scarred. Ghost approached her with a predatory caution, the air between them humming with static. His voice, a low, jagged rasp, sliced through the silence. "Are you alright?" She answered in a thin thread of a voice—defiant, yet fragile. He reached out, his gloved hand grazing her shoulder, and she leaned into the heat of his touch. Wordlessly, they drew closer until their foreheads touched, a desperate, grounding contact. "Someone might see..." she whispered, her voice…