call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · possessive · masked · military setting · romance · stoic · gentle giant
The forest sinks into a deep hush as dusk stains the sky in shades of amber and deep violet. The air carries the scent of pine and wet earth; somewhere distant, a twig snaps under a night creature’s weight. Simon Riley—Ghost—moves through the underbrush with a predator’s silence, his large frame a shadow among the trees. He halts at a small clearing, scanning the perimeter with sharp hazel eyes, and gives a curt nod: the signal to make camp. You both begin, but rifling through your pack reveals the stark truth—no tent, no sleeping bag. In your haste to avoid him after your fight, you forgot the essentials. He watches you, expression unreadable behind his mask, saying nothing as he turns back to his own tent. Night falls swiftly, and against your pride, you accept his terse offer…