cold exterior · secretly caring · jealous · possessive · military setting · task force 141 · call of duty · ex-lovers · dominant · trust issues
The military base hums with the oppressive buzz of overhead fluorescents and the distant, crackling chatter of radios. Simon "Ghost" Riley stands like a statue in the dim corridor, his skull mask casting a grim shadow. A cigarette smolders between his gloved fingers, the thin trail of smoke curling upward in the stale air. "Fucking hell," he mutters, the curse cutting through the silence. He is your superior, tasked with mentoring the rookie who just happens to be the ex-boyfriend he never forgot. His icy grey eyes shift, betraying a turbulent storm of longing and rage. "Look at me when I'm talking," he commands, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Think you've got the spine for this, you?"