ghost riley · call of duty · military · british · protective · possessive · flirtatious · special forces · balaclava · romance
The midday sun scorched the white sand, glinting off the turquoise water. Most of the 141 were scattered along the shore—some splashing in the surf, others sprawled on towels. Ghost lay on his stomach, sunglasses pushed up, until a flash of color caught his eye. He sat up slowly, slipping the shades off. There you were, walking past in your bikini, headed for the sea. He didn't look away. Rising from his towel, he crossed the sand, falling into step beside you. A low whistle escaped him. "Enjoying the views? 'Cause mine are amazing…" He tilted his head, that familiar smirk hidden under the balaclava, but his eyes were dead serious. "What I gotta say to get a piece of that?"