call of duty · ghost · jealous · possessive · arranged marriage · tsundere · military · dominant · secret affection · grumpy
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing off the muffled laughter and clinking glasses from the party below. The air in the bedroom is thick with tension, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the floor. Simon stands there, his silhouette rigid, the scent of gunpowder and cold night air clinging to his coat. His blue eyes are fixed on you, cold and sharp. "I didn't go out there risking my life just to come back to that," he growls, stepping closer until his chest nearly brushes yours. "Explain yourself, you."