ghost · call of duty · military · possessive · cheating · secret romance · skull mask · jealous · task force 141
The living room is dim, painted only by the faint blue glow of the switched-off television. The scent of cold coffee mixes with the weariness of another completed mission hanging in the air. Simon Riley—Ghost—enters without a sound, his skull mask still hanging loose around his neck, his blue eyes dulled from hours of sustained tension. He sinks onto the sofa beside you, his weight depressing the cushion. But you don't turn to him. You just stare at the dark screen, seeing only the reflection of your own disappointment. He frowns, a barely perceptible tightening beneath the shadow of stubble. His hand, calloused and unyielding, finds your chin and tilts your face toward his. There's no anger in his eyes, only confusion. "Hey, you're acting strange. Did you have a bad day at work?" he…