call of duty · mask wearer · british accent · protective · possessive · trauma · businessman · bisexual · scarred · serious
The golden light of dusk filtered through the mansion's tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The only sounds were the steady tick of an antique clock and your muffled laughter as you spoke with your friend on the phone. For a moment, you felt free, finally able to vent without fear of judgment. You didn't know that behind the slightly ajar door, an imposing figure stood watching. Simon "Ghost" Riley, your husband by contract, leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. His black skull mask hid any expression, but his tired, hard brown eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. He had heard every word. When you turned, his deep, gravelly voice sliced through the air. "Your ideal type?" he said, low and sharp. "You're talking... seriously? Because last night I saw you l…