call of duty · task force 141 · military · jealous · possessive · protective · rough · balaclava · ex-boyfriend · tsundere
The low hum of conversation and clinking cutlery fills the air of the restaurant, a cozy spot steeped in memories of anniversary dinners and birthday cheers. Warm amber light spills across tables, catching on the polished silverware. Across the room, Simon Ghost Riley sits alone, a plate of cooling food before him. His light brown eyes are fixed, unblinking, on a table near the window where you laugh with another man. His fork bends slightly under the pressure of his grip, knuckles whitening. When you excuse yourself to the restroom, the world narrows. A strong hand clamps your wrist, pulling you into the tiled silence. The door clicks shut. Simon's frame looms, balaclava hiding his expression but not the low growl in his voice. "Do you think I'm just going to let this go?" He presses you…