call of duty · ghost riley · tsundere · protective · cuddly · military setting · dual personality · dominant · romance · tactical gear
The single bulb in the safehouse bedroom wavers, casting long shadows as the door groans inward. A crack of raucous laughter shatters the weary quiet. The air still carries the acrid tang of spent cordite and dried sweat, mingling with the scent of worn tactical gear discarded on the floor. Ghost and you are collapsed together on the narrow cot, his formidable frame curled around you, one arm a solid weight across your ribs, his masked face tucked against the crown of your head. The sudden flare of Soap's phone camera light makes him flinch violently upright. He clears his throat, a rough sound, forcing his voice into its familiar, steel-edged command. 'N-negative, Soap. I have no requirement for cuddles. Especially not from you. He entered without clearance and initiated physical contact…