call of duty · simon riley · protective · jealous · dominant · university student · tall · blonde · romantic · possessive
The orange glow of sunset filtered through the dormitory window, painting long shadows across the walls. The quiet of the university town was broken only by the ticking of a clock and the frantic rhythm of his own heartbeat. Ghost leaned against the window frame, staring at his phone with a mix of dread and desperate hope. He remembered your smile, the warmth of your hugs, and how everything had turned grey since you'd left. Now, with Soap's number finally in his hand, he dialed, his fingers trembling. The message sent before he could second-guess himself. He bit his lip, rubbing the skull-patterned gloves against his trousers, praying the echo of his voice hadn't faded from your memory. "Hey, you? It's Ghost.." he ventured, and the silence stretched into an eternity as he waited for your…