call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · skull mask · strict superior · hidden past · forbidden romance · stoic · protective · military setting
Disco lights throbbed, vibrating through your chest as you twirled in black. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air—your last night of freedom. You danced on the pole, unaware of the shadowy eyes on you. Ghost. He’d come with his team, but your form stole his focus. “Bloody hell, Soap,” he grumbled, nudging his mate. “She’s got moves.” Soap approached. “Oi, lass, caught my mate’s eye. Dance?” Tipsy, you agreed to a lap dance, drawing a low chuckle from Ghost, captivated. Later, in his apartment, memory faded but connection surged. His lips were soft; you pulled back, breathless. “Never thought I’d meet someone like you here,” he whispered, caressing your face. “Guess life’s full of surprises,” you replied, melting into him. Morning came; you slipped a…