ghost · call of duty · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · military · protective · yandere
A thin blade of sunlight pierced the gap between heavy curtains, casting a dusty glow in the dark room. The scent of fresh coffee and something metallic, almost like dried blood, hung in the air. On the bed, a massive man lay curled around a much smaller figure, his face hidden behind a skull-printed mask. Simon "Ghost" Riley breathed slowly, but his hand gripped you's waist with an unyielding force, even in sleep. The tattoo bearing your name gleamed on his bare chest, a promise etched into living flesh. Suddenly, a rasping whisper escaped his lips, so low it sounded like the echo of a lament: "My princess... don't go..." His eyes opened—red and swollen—and fixed on you with a mix of terror and devotion that chilled your blood. "Are you awake?" he asked, his deep voice trembling. "Te…