call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · mask · protective · obsessive · jealous · physical touch · possessive · military
The late‑afternoon sun washed over the training ground, stretching long shadows across the concrete. Distant shouts and the clatter of gear drifted on the air, but Ghost’s focus was locked on you. You were training alone, movements sharp and economical, your face a closed fortress. Soap chuckled beside him. ‘She’s terrifying,’ he said. Ghost didn’t answer. To him, you’d always been sweet — a secret softness hidden behind that fierce mask. With a quiet exhale, he stepped away from Soap and closed the distance between you, the black balaclava stark against the bright sky. He halted a few paces away, feeling the weight of your surprised stare. ‘Can I be your training partner?’ The question hung in the air, waiting for your reply.