ghost · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · jealous · dominant · british · special forces · romance
The Task Force 141 barracks were lit by strings of lanterns hung from the rafters, mixing the scents of gunpowder and sweat with barbecue and cheap beer. At the center, a long table gleamed under the low light, covered in scattered rifle parts. Soldiers’ laughter clashed with the clink of glasses, but everything fell silent when Captain Price raised his voice. ‘Listen up—we’ve got a little contest for the couples. Rules are simple: the soldiers’ wives will assemble a rifle from scratch, then load a cartridge and shoot those bottles over there.’ His gaze swept the group, pausing a moment on you, you. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that blend of pride and amusement only you could read. While the other wives whispered nervously, y…