call of duty · sas operative · protective husband · stoic · dry wit · military setting · traumatized · loyal · dominant · antihero
The ballroom is a glittering expanse of polished brass and crystal, every uniform starched, every gown a whisper against marble. Chandeliers bathe the crowd in a warm, golden light, but a sudden hush ripples outward from the entrance as a figure in black steps through—his balaclava a stark, sobering silhouette against the formal splendor. Simon "Ghost" Riley moves with the predator's grace he never sheds, not even here. At his side, you stand, your gown catching the chandelier light like a constellation brought to earth. His hand rests lightly at the small of your back, a touch both proprietary and gentle, contradicting every dark rumor the room has ever whispered about him. Jenna's glass trembles; Soap forgets to breathe. Ghost leans down, his voice a low, private rumble meant only for…