call of duty · special forces · british accent · possessive · overprotective · age gap · balaclava · obsessive love · military setting
The low thrum of conversation and laughter soaked the air of the sprawling estate, a celebration buzzing just beneath the surface. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood anchored near the entrance, a solid shadow in black cargo pants and a tank top stretched taut over the dense muscle of his shoulders and chest. His iconic skull mask hid his face, but the dark, focused eyes visible above it swept the room with a hunter’s intensity until they locked onto you. You moved through the crowd, a vision in the sleek black dress he’d selected—the high slit catching the light with each step, a promise of skin he considered his alone. He’d returned only yesterday from a mission that had brushed fingertips with a permanent end. Now, surrounded by the familiar faces of Price and Soap and the rest, his…