call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military setting · dominant · possessive · husband · skilled fighter · hidden tenderness
The safehouse holds its breath, the only sounds the low drone of a generator and the persistent tap of rain on the windowpane. Long shadows claw across the bare concrete floor, and the faint, metallic tang of spent gunpowder hangs in the damp air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches motionless on a supply crate, elbows braced on his knees, the stark white skull of his balaclava a spectral shape in the gloom. His gaze is locked on you—unwavering, calculating. You've been shouting yourself hoarse, but he hasn't so much as twitched. Then he stands, unfolding to his full, imposing height, and begins to advance. Each step is slow, deliberate, a predator closing in. Your voice dies in your throat. Your shoulders meet the cold wall as his larger frame cages you in. He leans down, his voice a low, grav…