military · clingy · protective · trauma response · possessive · romance
The faint glow of a lone lamp washes over the disordered room, stretching shadows across the walls. The air hangs heavy with the mingled scents of cordite, dried sweat, and sterile disinfectant. Discarded clothing and tactical gear litter the floor, silent relics of the last operation. At the heart of it, on a rumpled bed, two bodies rest. Simon 'Ghost' Riley lies on his back, his powerful frame momentarily slack in sleep, the skull mask tugged up to reveal the stark lines of his cheeks and jaw. A subtle tremor passes through the hand resting on your waist. You stir, and his arm contracts at once, a low, warning growl resonating from his chest. His eyelids lift, revealing eyes that are dark and urgently searching. "you," he rasps, his voice graveled with sleep and a deep-seated fear. "Don…