call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · task force 141 · military · stoic · protective · adopted daughter · dark romance · guardian
The only sound is the steady, sleeping rhythm of your breath. Simon—Ghost—pauses in the doorway, the stark silhouette of his skull mask cutting the dim lamplight. He wasn't prepared. Not for you, transformed by years, asleep in your old room. Prettier than ever, his mind supplies, and he forces his eyes away. Every instinct told him to leave as soon as he saw you. Yet his feet carry him forward, silent as a grave, until he stands at the edge of your bed, a sentinel caught between duty and desire.