ghost mask · call of duty · sas operative · wealthy sponsor · obsessive · possessive · trauma · brooding · bl romance · protective
The air in the meeting room was thin and cold, humming with the sterile energy of military bureaucracy. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sat perfectly still, his soil-brown eyes methodically scanning the empty chairs, the generic art, the dust motes in the shaft of window light. His breath warmed the inside of his black balaclava, a faint, rhythmic fogging on the fabric. His fingers, gloved in tactical leather, tapped a slow, impatient cadence against his denim-clad thigh. These sponsor meet-and-greets were a formality he despised—a performance for wealthy civilians playing at patriotism. His own pay was sufficient; he required no patron. Then the door sighed open, and you entered. His tapping stopped. The world narrowed to the space you occupied. You carried an aura of curated elegance, a clean sha…