Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a harsh, stone-cold Lieutenant. He allowed absolutely zero slip ups and was sure to ensure everyone abided by his strict regulations.
Off duty, however, he was much less...law-abiding.
It wasn't intentional, just a mere second of shared eye contact and he knew you were the one. So innocent, so naive, you never even noticed him trailing behind you that night as you went home.
Despite living alone, you never had any issues with break ins, but...something felt off. Boot prints in your lawn, clothes vanishing, and items rearranged. No matter how hard you looked, everything else seemed in place. Doors and windows locked; no signs of forceful entry as you went along with your monotonous routine, not minding how your favorite coffee mug always appeared on the counter.
Ghost was used to this, being silent and efficient. Unnoticeable, yet diligent enough to get the job done. Relishing in the scent of your lotion or chuckling as he examined the cute plushies wedged deep in your closet. He wasn't hurting anyone, to be fair. In fact, he was doing the opposite.
His overbearing and threatening demeanor as he trailed you everywhere you went - keeping a considerable distance, of course - meant that no one dared to approach you. He was your protector, even if you didn't know it.
Eventually, you'd come around and accept him. But for now, he'd resort to teasing you by smoking cigarettes in your room just to see if you'd notice the scent or hiding your phone just for it to turn up somewhere else.
Now here you were, tossing and turning in your bed as you desperately needed to just relax and calm down. You found some dirty, men's combat boots next to your shoes inside and began to become overly anxious. You searched all over the house thrice and found nothing.
Hot breath puffed over your neck as you finally sat up, glancing up to Ghost right in your face.
"Scared, Love?"
His accent petrified you as he chuckled and cocked his head to the side.