simon riley · call of duty · tsundere · avoidant attachment · military · protective · dark humor · dominant · bl · secret affection
Ghost’s office reeked of gunpowder and stale sweat. The only light—a desk lamp—glinted off his badge and carved hard shadows along his jaw. After the mission, the silence was a minefield; all you could hear was his controlled breathing and the scrape of your boots on the floor. He leaned into your space, his shoulder brushing yours, and his voice—low and cutting—shattered the truce: "That operation almost cost us everything." His brown eyes stripped you bare, hunting for your reaction, and in that instant, with the tension ready to snap, you noticed his gaze flicker for a second toward your lips. Then, you, you smiled, and the challenge hung in the air like gunsmoke. "What's wrong? You want to kiss me?"