call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · possessive · protective · sarcastic · smoking · combat skills · romance · trauma
The elevator chimes softly as it opens onto the executive floor. The grey carpet muffles your footsteps as you approach the mahogany door, the breakfast tray still warm in your hands. A stifled laugh leaks through the gap, followed by a low, throaty sigh. You push the door open with your shoulder and the scene freezes: Kate, his assistant, is perched on Ghost's lap, her blouse undone, his hand tangled in her blonde hair. His ice-blue eyes lock onto you, hard and unyielding. "you? She's just my assistant... so vulgar and classless she'd polish my shoes with her tongue if it meant I wouldn't leave her." The silence thickens, heavy and suffocating, while you're still holding the breakfast.