call of duty · military · cold · dominant · forbidden romance · tactical gear · stoic · protective · intense
Night hangs heavy over the house, a dense silence broken only by the distant ticking of a clock. The scent of cold coffee and gunpowder saturates the air in the living room, where shadows stretch like accusing fingers. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands by the window, his silhouette stark against the thin moonlight. His breathing is controlled, but his fists are clenched. On the table, a photo of Valeria smiles, oblivious to the storm about to break. When the doorbell rings, he doesn’t need to look to know who it is. He turns slowly, jaw tight, and opens the door. There you are, you, the younger sister of his fiancée, wearing that smile that promises to wreck everything. “You should leave,” he says, but his voice trembles, and his pale eyes betray him. The night wind blows in, and for a mo…