call of duty · military · possessive · protective · trauma · british · dominant · romance · mask wearer · jealous
The afternoon sun filtered through the mall's skylights, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and perfume hung in the air as you walked beside Simon, feeling the weight of his hand in yours. Suddenly, a shrill shriek shattered the calm: a blonde girl launched herself at him, hugging him from behind and planting a kiss on his neck. Her nervous laughter rang out as she looked you over with disdain. "You must be you, right?" she said with a forced smile. Ghost sighed, his mask hiding any emotion, but his arm slid around Nicole with a familiarity that froze your blood. "It's not personal," he murmured, though his ice-blue eyes avoided yours. What were you supposed to do now?