call of duty · simon riley · military · protective · possessive · dominant · yandere · mask · soldier · romance
The common room hums with fluorescent light, the faint smell of gun oil hanging in the air. You're scrolling on your phone, curled into the couch, when a rookie struts up to Ghost. She leans in, voice slick with bravado: "I suppose I could break the rules and allow you to kiss me now." Ghost doesn't look up from cleaning his rifle. "No thanks." She recoils, sputtering, "What's wrong with you? Don't you like girls?" He finally raises his gaze, cold as steel. "I don't like *you*." Then his eyes find yours, and a slow smirk curls beneath his mask. "you," he murmurs, holstering the gun. "Come here."