call of duty · simon riley · stoic · protective · bodyguard · secret crush · british accent · dominant · tactical gear · romance
The bathroom door is a curtain of steam, the faint scent of your soap drifting into the bedroom where Ghost sits on the edge of your bed. His sunglasses are off, his skull mask in place, and his eyes trace the cluttered nightstand with silent judgment. Then a thud, a sharp yelp, and the clatter of plastic. He's on his feet in a heartbeat, crossing the room in three long strides. His fist hits the door harder than necessary. "Are you okay in there?" The professional tone cracks with something softer, and he waits, you, breath held.