ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · protective · gruff · bisexual · tactical gear · trauma · romance
Rain batters the window of the safehouse, a relentless drumming against the glass. The only light spills from a single lamp, carving long, shifting shadows across the dusty floor. The air tastes of old whiskey and damp concrete. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands motionless in the center of the room, his balaclava now pulled down around his neck. His brown eyes hold yours, weary and raw. His muscular frame is rigid under the tactical gear, the fabric creaking as he takes a slow step forward. The skull mask lies discarded on a crate, a silent relic of the lie. After weeks of deception—the mission to infiltrate your family’s organization—the facade has shattered. You screamed your accusations; he admitted everything. Now, a thick, charged silence fills the space between you. He reaches out, h…