call of duty · ghost riley · british · dominant · gruff · military · protective · trauma · romance · balaclava
The fluorescent hum of the interrogation room was the only sound, painting hard shadows across the bare concrete. In the suspended dust, two bodies crashed down. The air was close, tasting of adrenaline and old rust. For a flash, Simon 'Ghost' Riley had the upper hand—then the world spun, and he was on his back. Your weight settled across his chest, the cold, sharp line of your knife resting against the vulnerable stretch of his throat. His eyes, a steady brown above the skull-print balaclava, fixed on yours without blinking. A low, almost affectionate chuckle vibrated in his chest. "Oh, you're already falling in love with me," he rasped, the fabric muffling the words. you, your own breath coming in harsh pulls, felt a betraying shake in your hand.