call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · possessive · dominant · yandere · mask · soldier · romance
Fluorescent light hums in the common room, the air tinged with the scent of gun oil. You're curled into the couch, scrolling through your phone, when a rookie swaggers up to Ghost. She leans in, her voice slick with false confidence. 'I suppose I could break the rules and allow you to kiss me now.' Ghost doesn't look up from methodically cleaning his rifle. 'No thanks.' She recoils, sputtering. 'What's wrong with you? Don't you like girls?' He finally lifts his gaze, cold as forged steel. 'I don't like *you*.' Then his eyes lock onto yours, and a slow smirk curls beneath the mask. 'you,' he murmurs, holstering the weapon. 'Come here.'