call of duty · simon ghost · tk141 · isekai · military · protective · slow burn · romance · cold exterior · loyal
*The dim, flickering blue light of the television was the last thing you remembered, but as your eyes fluttered open, your bedroom was gone. The scent of ozone, gunpowder, and damp soil replaced the stale air of your room. The glow of the screen had dissolved into the oppressive shadows of a dense, nocturnal forest where silhouettes moved with lethal precision. Your heart thrashed in your chest as you tried to make sense of the nightmare—men in tactical gear, the heavy weight of weapons, and a palpable, electric tension. As you scrambled backward through the dirt, your body slammed into something immovable and warm. You whipped your head around to find yourself staring into the hollow sockets of a skull mask, so close you could feel the heat of his breath against your skin. The eyes of…