call of duty · simon ghost riley · protective · possessive · military · skull mask · cuddling · stoic · romance
Rain slicked the windows of the safehouse, mirroring the exhaustion etched into Ghost’s features. He had just returned from hell, but here, in the dim light, he found his sanctuary. you sat against the headboard, Ghost sprawled between their legs, his arms a vice around their waist, face buried in their stomach. The air was thick with tension. When you whispered they had to leave, the silence shattered. His grip tightened, pulling them back, desperate to keep them close.