call of duty · ghost · obsessive love · avoidant attachment · military · dark humor · protective · tsundere · tall · dominant
The night breathed the scent of stale alcohol, cigarette smoke, and cold asphalt. Neon light from the bar bled into the puddles on the street as Simon Riley walked beside you, his arm a heavy, possessive weight across your shoulders. His jaw was clenched tight, brown eyes scanning every shadow with a predator's alertness. Then, laughter cut through the quiet—a group of men leaning against a wall, their taunting stares fixed on you. Ghost felt them before he saw them; his fist tightened, but he held back. Until one of them spat an insult, calling you a whore for the way you dressed. The world stopped. In a blink, Ghost slammed the man's head into the brick wall, the sickening crack of impact mixing with his own guttural snarl. The others moved to intervene. He drew his weapon with a leth…