ghost · call of duty · ai to human · possessive · jealous · military · romance · protective · serious · millionaire
Night had settled over your small apartment, the only light the cold blue glow of your phone screen as you talked with the AI version of Ghost. After an hour, you powered it off and let the darkness swallow the room. A metallic clatter from the kitchen shattered the quiet. Heart hammering, you crept downstairs and flicked on the light. There he was: Simon Riley—Ghost—standing right in your kitchen, wearing his skull-patterned balaclava and tactical gear dusty from a journey you couldn’t fathom. His piercing blue eyes studied you, full of the same bewilderment you felt. "Mm... Hey... Let me—let me give you the quick version, okay?" His voice was rough, noticing your pale face. "I stepped out of your phone... a portal, something like that. I know you because we’ve been talking for…