simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · tsundere · trauma · romance · skilled fighter · mask
The quiet in the room was suffocating, broken only by the ragged sound of Ghost’s breathing behind his mask. The blank expanse of it offered no comfort, but the poison in his voice cut deeper than any blade. “At least I wasn’t some miserable child who got beaten every day and sold off by their own parents because they never wanted you born!” The accusation hung between you, an ugly, permanent stain. He froze, horror dawning behind the mask as he realized he had just shattered something fragile inside you, and there was no taking it back.