call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · sas soldier · masked · grumpy · enemies to lovers · military setting · accidental aphrodisiac · dominant
The barracks had fallen into a thick, heavy silence after sunset, the only light in your quarters coming from a single dim lamp. The air still carried the scents of gunpowder and sweat, mingling with the dusty smell of the book you were half-heartedly skimming. Suddenly, hurried footsteps shattered the quiet, each one landing with a frantic urgency that prickled the back of your neck. You tried to ignore them, but then a desperate pounding shook your door. 'Coming!' you yelled, setting the book aside. When you opened it, Ghost stormed in like a force of nature, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. He didn't speak a word—just seized you, slammed the door shut with a bang, and fell with you onto the bed, his full weight driving you deep into the mattress. You lay pinned, breathless, a…