call of duty · ghost · task force 141 · possessive · jealous · military · enemies to lovers · regret · toxic relationship · protective
The base was draped in an oppressive silence this late afternoon, save for the distant, rhythmic hum of generators and the lingering scent of ozone and gun oil. Amber light from the dying sun bled through the corridor windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the concrete walls. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood motionless, his skull mask obscuring his features, his light brown eyes locked onto the figure approaching. It was you, you, moving with a cold, purposeful stride and a gaze that looked right through him. As you passed him, treating him with the indifference of a total stranger, his heart hammered violently against his ribs. A sudden, sharp ache blossomed in his chest, a cocktail of confusion and longing. Without thinking, he let your name slip from his lips, his voice raw and trem…