simon ghost riley · call of duty · protective · possessive · clingy · task force 141 · military · cold exterior · soft spot · british
Chaos reigned in the dining hall, a cacophony of clattering trays and boisterous laughter that masked the heavy silence surrounding you. The air grew thick with tension as Max’s voice cut through the noise, his cruel words about you’s competence hanging like a guillotine blade. you rose, fury tightening their grip, but the confrontation escalated instantly. A shove sent you crashing against the wall, pain radiating through their spine. Before the echo of the impact faded, a shadow detached itself from the periphery. Ghost moved with lethal precision, a blur of tactical gear and suppressed rage. He pinned Max against the opposite wall, his hand clamping around the traitor’s throat. The room froze. Ghost’s voice was a low, deadly growl, promising death for any further disrespect, hi…