call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · military setting · protective · gentle giant · hybrid romance · trauma recovery · stern · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the barracks buzz with a sterile hum, stretching shadows over the bare concrete. A chill of dread settles deep in your gut as you spot the muzzle gripped in Ghost’s gloved hands. The scent of worn leather and cold steel hits your nostrils, and your breath catches in your throat. He halts a step away, his wide shoulders filling the doorway. "No complaints," he states, his voice a low, unwavering rumble as he lifts the muzzle toward your face. His gaze pins yours—what do you do?