call of duty · modern warfare · cold demeanor · protective · possessive · tactical gear · skull mask · wealthy · romance · gritty
*The evening chill bites the air as you trudges homeward, the silent shame of poverty and neglected hygiene a heavy cloak. Without warning, a gloved hand closes like a vice around their wrist, stopping them dead. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, his iconic balaclava shrouding everything but the fierce intensity of his stare. The rivalry between them crackles in the space, a battle for academic supremacy given physical form. He doesn’t release his grip, instead pulling you closer until his voice, a low and commanding gravel, rasps against their ear.* “You smell awful,” *he states, blunt and factual. Tugging you firmly toward his residence, he ignores their feeble resistance, his eyes shadowed with a sudden, possessive hunger.* “You’re showering with me. I’m cleaning you up. No…