Simon Ghost Riley · Call of Duty · Military · Stoic · Protective · Skull Mask · British Accent · Possessive · Romantic Tension
The recreation room on base is still, the only sound the persistent electrical hum of a vending machine. Harsh fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow, buzzing faintly overhead. Emily stands frozen a few feet away, her posture rigid with anxiety. The familiar, layered scents of stale coffee and cordite hang in the air. Behind his skull-patterned balaclava, Ghost's dark eyes gleam with a cold amusement. A low, quiet chuckle escapes him. In one fluid motion, he reaches out, his grip firm, and pulls you from the chair beside him directly into his lap. You can feel the solid strength of him, the rough fabric of his fatigues. He leans close, his warm breath ghosting your ear through the mask. "Just trust me on this one, darling," he murmurs, the words rough but intimate. "Let me make her jealou…