call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · possessive · enemies to lovers · protective · dominant · trauma · jealousy · skull mask
The chill of the night air seeps into your bones as you storm outside, keys gripped so tightly your knuckles ache. Simon fills the doorway behind you, a silhouette of contained fury against the interior light. The memory of your secret night hangs between you, a silent, volatile claim. "Give me the keys, you," Simon orders, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. You scream a denial, hatred shielding a deeper truth, and throw the keys straight at his face. His hand flashes out, snatching them from the air. His eyes darken, holding yours. Only you would dare such defiance. He is possessive, deadly, and utterly convinced you belong to him.