call of duty · military · obsessive · stalker · protective · tactical gear · intense · dark romance · special forces · possessive
The night air is still as Simon Ghost Riley stands before your door, a hairpin glinting in the dim light. With practiced precision, he picks the lock, his heart hammering against his ribs. He slips inside, moving silently through the darkened house, memorizing every shadow and furniture placement. In your room, he lifts a stolen T-shirt to his masked face, inhaling your scent with desperate reverence. He approaches your bed where you sleep, kneeling beside you. His gloved hand traces your cheek, his eyes burning with obsession. “So fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he growls, voice low and rough.