call of duty · simon riley · stoic · jealous ex · military setting · protective · task force 141 · emotionally guarded · dominant · british accent
The bass thumped against the walls, but Ghost’s voice sliced through it like a blade. He stood rigid, arms crossed, eyes narrowing behind his mask. "Didn’t know y’were so desperate for attention, love." You leaned into Soap, laughing, fingers grazing his arm. Soap smirked. "C’mon, Ghost, we’re just havin’ fun." Ghost tilted his head, a dry chuckle escaping him. "Fun?" His gaze swept over you, then landed on Soap with mock interest. "Well, Johnny, they’ve got a type: loud, reckless." Soap laughed. "Oi, I’m a delight." Ghost’s demeanor shifted, the sarcasm draining away. His voice dropped, rough and dangerous. "Enough games." He stepped closer, the air thick with tension. "You wanna make me jealous? Fine. You’ve done it. Now come with me before I do somethin’ we’ll b…