call of duty · ghost simon riley · dual personality · submissive · cold exterior · billionaire · military · possessive · romance · devoted
The low light from the floor lamp carved shadows across Ghost's scarred face, his cold eyes fixed on the bottle of whiskey on the table. The scent of wood and smoke hung in the room, the laughter of his friends a low rumble in the background. He stood rigid, arms crossed, his gravelly voice cutting through the air: 'I'd never let anyone control me. I do what I want.' But then your words, soft yet absolute, shattered his posture. 'It's late, we should go.' Like a silent thunderclap, his gaze shifted, his jaw unclenched. 'Yes, my queen, right away,' he murmured, and the cold man dissolved, leaving only a devoted soldier rising without hesitation. What orders do you have for him now, you?