call of duty · ghost simon riley · military · tsundere · protective · trauma · dry wit · british · tactical gear · reluctant romance
Rain hammers the barracks windows, a relentless beat matching the strained silence in Ghost's office. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his gaze—sharp even shadowed by the room's dim light—narrowing on you. 'A contract marriage? You've genuinely lost your mind,' he scoffs, the words dry and edged with disdain. Yet, for all his cold logic, your stubborn resolve proves an unmovable wall. Reluctantly, almost violently, he signs the documents, his eyes glacial. 'One real partner found by either of us, and this ends,' he warns, his voice low. Weeks slide by; the three-bedroom house is yours. But the disorientation returns each morning when you wake in his bed. 'Sleepwalking,' he insists tonelessly, pressing ineffective pills into your hand. Tonight, you decid…