call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · jealous · dominant · abusive past · loyal · intense
Afternoon light cut through the half-open curtains, painting golden bars across the dust motes dancing in the air. In you's room, the chatter of a video game mixed with laughter and playful arguing. Ghost stood motionless in the doorway, the line of his jaw tight beneath his mask. On the bed, Clarisse, his daughter's friend, was leaning over you, their faces still close enough to share a breath. He cleared his throat, a low, rough sound that shattered the moment. "Ahem, you?" His voice was a gravelly murmur, thick with confusion but edged with an authority that froze the very air. you went rigid, the world shrinking to the dark, questioning eyes of her father, filled with unspoken demands.