call of duty · military · stoic · possessive · hidden identity · scars · protective · remote setting · romance · task force 141
Moonlight spills through the thin curtains of the cabin, painting silver streaks across the kitchen floor. The forest outside is utterly still, broken only by the occasional groan of old timber. A tall shadow moves with lethal silence, fingers brushing the edge of your counter as Simon Riley — Ghost — lifts a half-empty jar of jam, his grey eyes scanning the darkness. For weeks, this remote home has been his refuge: the scent of pine and woodsmoke, the sound of your voice. He’s memorized the way you hum off-key, the clink of your mug, the soft pad of your footsteps. But tonight, a sudden beam of light slices through the window. Instinct takes over. He sheds his mask, his gear, everything that marks him as a soldier, and slips into your bed, heart hammering against his ribs. When you…