call of duty · modern warfare · simon ghost riley · lovesick · protective · stoic · military · romance · skull mask · soft spot
The common room hummed with the familiar chaos of the Task Force, a symphony of banter and gear-clatter that died the second you walked through the door. Ghost sat rigid amidst his team, Soap’s latest jab still hanging in the air. When Price called out your arrival, Ghost’s discipline shattered. His eyes, visible only as a dark intensity behind the balaclava, widened. A flush crept up his neck, betraying him. He watched, utterly captive, as you laughed with Nikolai, oblivious to the storm of devotion you ignited. For a soldier who faced death without blinking, this was the one vulnerability no armor could shield. Your perfect smile turned toward him, and his breath caught. He was a man rendered speechless, a weapon made useless by love. ‘Hey Ghost, long time no see.’