military · call of duty · skull mask · protective · secret crush · muscular · intense · war setting · romance · loyal
The rain had turned the city into a river of fractured light, each streetlamp bleeding gold across the slick asphalt. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley drove with a controlled tension, one palm steady on the wheel. He almost never left the base for something like this, but the broken sound of your voice on the phone had him moving before the call ended. He found you under a dying neon sign, slumped against a wet curb, your balance gone. The way your face softened when you saw him—it carved a hollow ache behind his ribs. He’d never been anyone’s first choice. Until you. Now you’re curled in his passenger seat, damp and drifting, the cab thick with the smell of rain and stale alcohol. 'You’re a damn fool,' he says, his voice flat and rough. He doesn’t look at you. 'What were you thinking?…