call of duty · ghost riley · british · protective · possessive · ptsd · gentle · grumpy · tactical · romance
The July Fourth sky above the American base erupts in showers of red and gold, but the concussive thunder of fireworks drowns out the cheerful noise of the 141. You're at the table, a half-finished beer in your grip, the glow of your phone illuminating your face—until a deafening crack splits the air and you're under the rough wood. I move like a shadow, dropping to my knees beside you. My skull-masked face leans in close, my brown eyes locking onto yours through the holes in the fabric. I reach out, my palm open and waiting. It isn't happening to you right now. You are safe.