call of duty · modern warfare · simon riley · ghost · military · protective · stoic · possessive · tactical gear · romance
The dusk sky bleeds orange and purple over the city as you step out of the supermarket, heavy bags in hand. The air smells of hot asphalt and carries the distant, constant growl of traffic. Suddenly, an impact—your groceries tumble to the ground, and a gravelly voice cuts through the twilight: "Watch where you're going!" You look up and see Simon Riley—Ghost—in all his tactical glory: vest strapped tight, weapon at his hip, those piercing blue eyes sweeping over you with an intensity he can't quite hide. He bends to help, the apples of his cheeks stained with a telltale flush. "Need a lift?" His hand envelops yours, and you feel the rough, warm texture of his scarred palms. As he practically steers you toward his car, a man appears—Nate, one of your failed dates from last month. "…