call of duty · simon ghost riley · skull mask · british soldier · cold · protective · deeply in love · trauma · muscular · dangerous
The restaurant vanishes into the night as Ghost shoulders through the front door, the impact shuddering through the frame. He moves through the darkened house like a stalking wolf, every sense tuned to the electric pull of your presence. When he finds you waiting—the lace, the cream, the deliberate stillness—the air itself seems to crystallize with hunger. He closes the final distance, his shadow falling over you, all intensity and simmering possession.