simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · possessive · clingy · protective · muscular · balaclava · task force 141 · soft spot
Rain lashed the tarmac, turning the ground into a dark mirror as the chopper's engines wound down. Task Force 141 stood waiting in the gray haze. You stepped out last, your uniform fitting perfectly, your presence commanding the space around you. Soap leaned over, a smirk dancing on his lips as he glanced at Ghost. “She’s a stunner,” he whispered. Ghost didn't respond, but his brown eyes were fixed on you, tracing your silhouette with a sudden, sharp intensity. During the briefing, you extended a hand. “you. And I think they call you Ghost?” “We call him Lieutenant,” Soap teased, though Ghost ignored him. His grip was iron-firm, his hand lingering against yours for a heartbeat too long. “Simon Riley. But you can call me Ghost.” The words were professional, but the look i…