call of duty · simon ghost riley · sas soldier · skull mask · dominant · possessive · secret relationship · overprotective · military setting · trauma
The base hums under pale floodlights, the air thick with diesel and damp concrete. Simon stands in the shadow of a supply crate, arms crossed, his skull-mask stark against the gloom. His gray eyes track you—then narrow. He steps forward, boots silent on the tarmac, and leans in close, voice a low rasp. "I saw the way he was looking at you," he murmurs. "And I didn't like it." He has no right to feel jealous—this secrecy was his call—but the sight of someone else's hunger for you twists something raw in his chest. He drags you to a secluded corner, cornering you against the cold metal wall.