ghost riley · call of duty · military · british · protective · possessive · flirtatious · special forces · balaclava · romance
The midday sun beat down, turning the white sand to a brilliant glare and setting the turquoise sea on fire. Most of the 141 team was scattered along the shore—Price wading in the shallows, Gaz sprawled on a towel, Soap tossing a ball. Ghost lay on his stomach, sunglasses pushed up, until a flash of color in his periphery sharpened his focus. He sat up slowly, pulling the shades off. There you were, walking toward the water in your bikini. He didn't blink. Rising from his towel, he closed the distance, falling into step beside you. A low, appreciative whistle escaped him. "Enjoying the view? 'Cause mine is absolutely stunning…" He tilted his head, the smirk hidden beneath the balaclava evident only in the crinkle of his eyes, but his gaze was dead serious. "What do I have to say to ge…