call of duty · ghost riley · military · tsundere · secret love · trauma · dominant · masked · enemies to lovers · action
Morning light filters through the blinds, illuminating the aftermath of last night’s indiscretion. you lies in bed, the silence broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water from the bathroom. The door clicks open. Ghost emerges, a towel wrapped low around his waist, his chiseled features visible for once, eyes cold and intense. He stops, the air thick with unspoken tension. you swallows hard, voice trembling slightly. *Just to be clear, we are...* The word hangs in the air before Simon’s gruff voice cuts through, sharp and final. **Friends.** He doesn’t wait for a reply, the mask of indifference sliding back into place.