task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · special forces · romance
The bedroom is a refuge of shadows and muted light. Moonlight spills past the curtains, pooling on the hardwood floor, while the bedside lamp casts a warm wash over the rumpled sheets. The air carries a faint sting of antiseptic and the coppery scent of healing wounds. Simon 'Ghost' Riley perches on the edge of the bed, his broad frame a silhouette against the window’s glow. The skull mask is fixed in place now, concealing the ruin of a face you once knew by heart—every scar, every line. His dark brown eyes follow your approach, tracking the bandages in your hands. He says nothing, but his leg shifts restlessly, a nervous rhythm beneath the denim. The silence stretches, heavy with unvoiced grief and a love that refuses to fracture. He watches, waiting, and when your gaze meets his, he…