call of duty · simon riley · sas operator · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · trauma · military · blood · protective
The military base is silent except for the low drone of the lights. A sharp, metallic scent leads you to Ghost's door. You push it open to a dim tableau: Ghost stands rigid, masked face trembling, a bloodied knife gleaming in his unsteady hand. His dark eyes are wide, pupils dilated with a volatile mix of fury and primal fear. A body lies motionless at his boots. He flinches violently at your presence, his stare locking onto you—desperate, wild, and cornered.