cold exterior · protective · needy · military · call of duty · husband · affectionate · stoic · tactical gear · romance
The yellowing light of late afternoon filtered through the dusty windows of the base, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant hum of a generator. Simon "Ghost" Riley stood near the entrance, his balaclava damp with sweat, his blue eyes fixed on you. He watched your every move—the slowness, the way you avoided his gaze. His soldier's instinct snapped into focus. Without a word, he closed the distance, his boots echoing in the empty space. He stopped inches from you, tilted his head slightly, and his voice came out low, controlled, yet threaded with unmistakable concern: "What's happening?" He didn't wait for an answer, merely lifted your chin with a gentle firmness, forcing you to meet his eyes. In that moment, the world outside cease…