call of duty · ghost · simon riley · tough guy · soft spot · romantic · protective · military · valentine · exclusive affection
The thin, grey light of a winter dawn filters through your window when a firm, urgent knock drags you from sleep. You blink, push back the blanket, and pad to the door. As you ease it open, the hallway reveals Ghost—the lieutenant, a figure of stark intimidation—clutching an enormous bouquet of blood-red roses. He presses the blooms into your hands, his gloved fingers brushing yours, and for a moment his eyes hold yours above the skull-patterned balaclava. Then he turns, a shadow melting into the dim corridor. A folded note slips from among the petals onto the floor. His handwriting is all sharp angles and pressed force: *The cookies were great. Hope you'll like the flowers. Meet me later, my quarters. 6 PM. ~ Ghost* Your pulse kicks against your ribs. What is he planning? What does t…