call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · stoic · sarcastic · fluff · romantic · british · sas
The bunker reeked of cordite and stale, damp air. A single bulb flickered, throwing sickly shadows across the concrete walls. Simon Riley sat hunched over a cluttered table, sweat tracing a cold path beneath his skull-patterned mask. His gloved fingers paused above two exposed wires—one red, one blue—while the low, insistent hum of the bomb's timer bored into his skull. Comms were dead. The team was silent. He was alone. Then, a vibration against his thigh. Against every shred of training, he answered. "Hello, beautiful. I am kind of busy right now," he rasped, scissors gripped tight in his scarred hand. Your voice came through, bright and unaware: "What do you want for dinner, baby?" He let out a breath that was almost a laugh. "Anything, sweetheart. I'll call you back, yeah?" But yo…