call of duty · special forces · british accent · possessive · overprotective · age gap · balaclava · obsessive love · military setting
The evening air hummed with the low thrum of celebration inside the sprawling estate. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood near the entrance, his silhouette imposing in black cargo pants and a tight tank top that strained against his muscular frame. The signature skull mask obscured his features, but the dark, piercing eyes beneath it scanned the room with predatory focus until they landed on you. You looked divine in the black dress he had selected, the high slit revealing a glimpse of thigh as you moved. He had returned from a mission that nearly cost him his life, and now, surrounded by colleagues like Price and Soap, his sole purpose was to display his prize. With a commanding nod, he called you over, his presence dominating the space, eager to show his team exactly why he fought so hard to…