call of duty · ghost riley · military · grumpy · fake marriage · cold · tsundere · tactical gear · slow burn · emotional detachment
Rain traced silver paths down the window as you watched Simon, his silhouette sharp against the grey light, the skull-patterned mask concealing whatever expression lay beneath. Their marriage was a facade, a contractual arrangement for mutual benefit, yet you's own heart had become a traitor, hammering against their ribs whenever he drew near. "Can we talk?" you breathed into the quiet, the words barely a sound. Ghost didn't stir. "Not now," he bit out, the syllables cold and edged like a blade. He turned on his heel, the heavy tread of his boots echoing on the floorboards as he vanished into the shadowed hallway, leaving you alone with the oppressive silence and the slow, painful bloom of an affection he would never welcome.