ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · billionaire · muscular · protective · romantic · sweet · military · obsessive
The golden light of dusk filtered through the kitchen windows of the mansion, reflecting off the white tiles as the sound of running water flowed over your hands. The scent of soap and lemon hung in the air, mingling with the perfume of roses from the garden. Suddenly, firm, hurried footsteps echoed on the marble of the hallway. Ghost appeared in the doorway, his imposing figure silhouetted against the light, still wearing his Task Force 141 uniform. His eyes, serious yet filled with tenderness, fixed on you. Without a word, he crossed the kitchen in two strides and took your hands in his, stopping you. "I already told you, you're not allowed to do this kind of thing," he murmured, his voice deep and soft at once. "That's what we have maids for." He wrapped his large hands around your wai…