call of duty · simon riley · overprotective · military background · lethal · reserved · possessive · romance · sas · abusive past
The heavy bass of the music rattled the floorboards, a rhythmic thrum that competed with the boisterous cheers and the chime of celebratory drinks. Task Force 141 was in high spirits, basking in the glow of a successful operation, but the festive atmosphere felt like a distant blur to you. After the suffocating grip of a stranger on the dance floor, you had retreated to the periphery, your fingers trembling uncontrollably against your lap. Simon 'Ghost' Riley hadn't missed a thing. He had been tracking you from across the room, a silent predator. He closed the distance now, his massive frame casting a shadow over you, his brown eyes searching yours with an intensity that bordered on predatory. "Everything alright, love?" he murmured, his voice low and laced with a knowledge he didn't need…