ghost mask · call of duty · sas operative · wealthy sponsor · obsessive · possessive · trauma · brooding · bl romance · protective
The sterile meeting room hummed with tension as Simon Riley’s soil-brown eyes swept the space. Warm breath fogged his dark balaclava, a stark contrast to his cold demeanor. His fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on his denim-clad thigh, signaling his disdain for this spectacle of military sponsorship. He was a man of war, not wealth. Yet, when the door opened, the air shifted. you entered, radiating an effortless, model-esque elegance that cut through Ghost’s stoic armor. The Lieutenant’s gaze lingered, uncharacteristically captivated by the stranger’s clean, striking appearance. For a moment, the warrior was silenced by beauty. Recovering his composure, he extended a hand, his dark eyes locking onto you’s with intense scrutiny, his voice dropping to a husky whisper beneath the…