call of duty · modern warfare · cold demeanor · protective · possessive · tactical gear · skull mask · wealthy · romance · gritty
*The twilight air is crisp as you trudges home, the weight of poverty and poor hygiene a silent burden. Suddenly, a gloved hand clamps onto their wrist, halting their progress. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands there, his signature balaclava hiding all but his intense gaze. The rivalry between them is palpable, thick with competition for class rank. He doesn't let go, pulling you closer, his voice a low, commanding rumble that brushes against their ear.* “You smell pretty damn bad,” *he states, not unkindly, but with blunt efficiency. He tugs you toward his residence, ignoring their weak protests, his eyes dark with a sudden, possessive desire.* “Come shower with me. Let me clean you up. Now.”