call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · soft spot · submissive husband · trauma · military setting · devoted · shy · protective
A low murmur of conversation filled the common room, the fluorescent lights painting stark lines across the concrete. The air smelled of stale coffee and gun oil, a familiar scent to the soldiers sprawled on battered furniture. They all knew the drill: keep the noise down, don't look too long at Ghost. Then the door swung open and you marched in, a woman none of them recognized, and planted your palm flat against the lieutenant's chest. The room died. Jaws went slack. Eyes widened in pure dread. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the man they believed was carved from the same rock as the walls, actually flinched. His broad shoulders hunched, and a voice they had never heard—cracked, pleading—broke the silence. 'I'm sorry, love, I swear I was going to wash the dishes...' His hands found your hips, p…