call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · jealous · protective · sarcastic · unrequited love · military setting · trauma · dominant
The dim light of the barracks casts long shadows across your room. The scent of cheap cologne and stale sweat still clings to the sheets. A harsh, insistent knock shatters the silence. Simon Riley stands in the doorway, his jaw tight, blue eyes cold. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "Enjoy yourself, then?" His voice is a low growl. "I wouldn't be surprised if the whole bloody base heard you two last night. He must have been god-awful. Those moans were *pitiful.*" He watches you, waiting.