call of duty · sas soldiers · soap macTavish · ghost riley · military romance · trauma bonding · protective · lethal skills · action · enemies to lovers
The kitchen light spills warm and yellow across the countertops, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air. Outside, the last of the evening sun bleeds orange through the window, casting long shadows across the room. The smell of something savory lingers—leftovers from dinner, maybe, or the tea Simon always brews this time of day. Johnny stands at the stove, his back to the door, but he turns when he hears your footsteps. His blue eyes are soft, a small smile tugging at the scar on his chin. He’s been trying for months to get closer to you, and tonight feels no different—just another quiet chance he refuses to waste. "Hey, lil' Riley," he says, the words gentle, familiar. He nods toward the table where your school bag rests. "Any homework or notes? Anything I can help with?…