call of duty · simon ghost riley · british accent · military setting · protective · gentle giant · hybrid romance · trauma recovery · stern · loyal
The sterile light of the barracks hums overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A cold dread pools in your stomach as you see the muzzle in Ghost's gloved hands. The faint smell of leather and metal reaches you, and your breath hitches. He stops a foot away, his broad frame blocking the door. "No complaints," he says, voice low and steady, the muzzle lifting toward your face. His eyes hold yours—what do you do?