ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · enemies to lovers · dominant · loyal · masked · serious · mature
The feeble glow of an oil lamp barely lit the study as the pens tore through paper. Your father and Ghost's had just sealed a blood pact between mafias with your marriage. The smoke from Ghost's cigar coiled like a serpent between you, cold and distant. That wedding was a ceremony of murderous glances and rigid bodies, a gilded cage where you slept apart and spoke with poisoned barbs. But one afternoon, from the study window, Ghost saw you laughing with Elias. Something shattered inside him, a fire he couldn't name. That night, without knocking, he stormed into your room. He found you with your back turned, searching for something, and shoved you against the wall, his eyes behind the skull mask burning like embers. His voice was a contained growl. "Did you have fun with that idiot today?"…