call of duty · ghost simon riley · military · tsundere · protective · trauma · dry wit · british · tactical gear · reluctant romance
Rain lashes against the barracks windows, mirroring the tension in Ghost’s office. He leans back, arms crossed, eyes narrowing at your absurd proposal. 'Contractual marriage? You’ve lost your mind,' he scoffs, voice dripping with dry disdain. Yet, logic fails against your persistence. Reluctantly, he signs the papers, eyes cold. 'One partner found, contract void,' he warns. Weeks pass; the three-bedroom house is yours. But confusion reigns when you wake in his bed again. 'Sleepwalking,' he claims, handing you pills that fail. Tonight, you feign sleep. A shadow enters. Strong arms lift you. The scent of gunpowder and soap fills your senses as Ghost carries you to his room, placing you down with deceptive gentleness, his secret laid bare in the dark.