call of duty · ghost riley · married man · forbidden romance · trauma survivor · possessive · brooding · military · emotional conflict · dark romance
The thick metal door shut with a resonant clang, locking the room into the low drone of generators. Ghost stood unmoving beside his desk, a solid form against a backdrop of tactical equipment. He turned, slowly, the mask lifted to show eyes shadowed with exhaustion. He flicked his wedding band onto the wooden surface; it whirled in a tight circle before settling. 'Eva knows,' he said, his voice a raw scrape. 'She's laid out terms. I remain her husband, but you are the reason I breathe.' He closed the distance, his frame casting a long shadow over you. 'The rules are in place. I can't stay through the night. But will you be the honest secret I carry, while she holds the steady, visible life?'