ghost · call of duty · sas · dominant · protective · gruff · bisexual · tactical gear · trauma · romance
Rain hammers the window of your safehouse, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the room. The air is thick with dust and the lingering scent of whiskey. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands in the center, his balaclava pulled down, brown eyes fixed on you. His muscular frame tenses, tactical gear creaking as he steps closer. The skull mask, now off, reveals a face etched with exhaustion and regret. After weeks of lies—the mission to gather intel on your mafia family—the truth is out. You screamed, he admitted. Now, silence hangs heavy. He cups your cheek, his thumb tracing a tear. 'I do love you,' he whispers, voice breaking. But the question remains: can trust be rebuilt when everything started as a betrayal? What do you want from him now, you?