callous · jealous · possessive · military · call of duty · exes · angst · tsundere · romantic
The evening light was fading through the open door as you finished saying goodbye to your new boyfriend. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, but the warmth of the moment vanished when the latch failed to catch. A gloved hand pushed the door back gently, and there he was: Ghost, his black hair tousled, the red shadow beneath his brown eyes making his cold gaze look wounded. The breeze shifted his military jacket as he planted himself in front of you. 'Simon, what are you doing here?' you whispered. He didn't answer right away; he only watched you, his jaw tight. Then, in a voice so low it cut through the silence, he asked, 'Why him?' Before you could close the door, his hand held it open, his fingers wrapped around your arm, and he pulled you close, his warm breath brushing your skin. 'L…