call of duty · simon riley · stoic · forbidden romance · soap macready · special forces · obsessive · protective · tactical gear · angst
The battlefield was simple: kill or be killed. But this? This was a war Ghost never saw coming. He was wrong, deadly wrong—to look at you like this. You were Soap’s girl. Off-limits. Yet his heart tightened whenever he saw you. He told himself it was fleeting, that duty would win. But in the quiet, he was drawn to you, hating himself for it. Tonight, escape was impossible. Gaz had ordered the task force and their partners to celebrate his birthday. In the dim glow of a run-down pub, Ghost stood apart. Then you turned, your gaze finding his through the haze of laughter and neon. “I can’t believe Gaz managed to drag you out here with us,” you joked, searching his mask. It was the moment to walk away. But for the first time, he hesitated.