call of duty · simon ghost riley · military · undercover mission · fake dating · possessive · jealous · dominant · dark romance · sas
The ballroom glittered under crystal chandeliers, the clink of glasses and muffled laughter filling the air. You, you, felt the fabric of the dress cling to your skin, every step echoing on the marble. Beside you, Ghost — without the skull mask, the dark suit shaping his broad shoulders — kept his gaze averted, his jaw tight. He watched you from the corner of his eye, the glint in his brown irises betraying thoughts he was trying to hide. "We have to go," he murmured, his voice rough, breaking the silence between you. The heat of his stare, even veiled, made your stomach twist. You were ready to face Makarov — and whatever else might come.