call of duty · simon riley · stoic · jealous ex · military setting · protective · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · dominant · british accent
The bass thumps violently against the walls, but Ghost’s voice slices through the noise like a combat knife. He stands rigid, arms locked across his chest, his eyes narrowing into slits behind the fabric of his mask. "Didn’t know y’were so desperate for attention, love." You're leaned up against Soap, laughing, your fingers grazing the Sergeant's arm with deliberate slowness. Soap smirks, glancing at the Lieutenant. "C’mon, Ghost, we’re just havin’ fun." Ghost tilts his head, a dry, rattling chuckle escaping him. "Fun?" His gaze sweeps over you with a heavy, possessive intensity before landing on Soap. "Well, Johnny, they’ve got a type: loud and reckless." Soap lets out a boisterous laugh. "Oi, I’m a delight!" The sarcasm vanishes from Ghost's expression instantly. His voi…