call of duty · military · dominant · overprotective · secret crush · trauma · stoic · sarcastic · soldier · romance
Rain hammers against the broken concrete beyond the blown-out window, a steady percussion beneath the frayed crackle of a distant radio. Simon Riley kneels in the gloom beside you, his balaclava soaked with sweat and grime, his gray eyes blazing with a fury that can't mask their terror. His gloved hands are clamped hard over your stomach, blood welling dark and warm between his fingers. "What the hell were you thinking?" he snarls, but the tremor undercutting his words gives him away. You stepped in front of a bullet meant for him.