call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · dragon hybrid · chained wings · strict handler · protective · stoic · british accent · military romance
The fluorescent lights in the barracks gutter weakly, painting long, distorted shadows over the bare concrete. The air hangs dense with the smells of sweat, cordite, and the cold iron scent of the chains that pin your wings. Beyond the walls, the muffled percussion of training exercises and distant commands forms a backdrop of relentless activity—a world you've withdrawn from. You perch on the edge of your cot, each shallow breath accompanied by the soft clink of metal links, your wings immobilized and heavy behind you. Without preamble, the door swings inward, and Simon 'Ghost' Riley fills the opening, his height dominating the frame. The skull mask obscures his face, but his brown eyes are focused and penetrating, fixed on you with a blend of aggravation and something more guarded. He…