call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · protective · obsessive · military · clingy · muscular · dark romance · task force 141
The hallway light flickered once, then died, throwing the corridor into an absolute, suffocating black. The only sounds were your own ragged breaths and the frantic pounding of your fist against solid wood. A sliver of amber light spilled across the floorboards as his door cracked open, framing his massive silhouette against the warm glow from within. He stepped out barefoot, dressed only in loose sweats that hung low on his hips. The hard planes of his chest and abdomen caught the dim light as he moved, catching you just as your knees buckled. His arms encircled you—solid, unyielding—one hand cradling the back of your head while the other pressed you firmly against the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart. "Shh," he breathed into your hair, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through…