call of duty · simon riley · soldier · possessive · kidnapping · trauma · protective · dominant · mask · dark romance
The beach unfolds under a washed-out, pale blue sky, the sun casting elongated shadows that stretch like fingers across the sand. Seagulls wheel and cry overhead, their calls sharp against the low rumble of the surf. A salt-tinged breeze lifts the hem of your dress. Ghost finishes smoothing the last corner of the blanket and turns, expecting to find you standing just behind him, a quiet silhouette against the light. Instead, he finds empty space. A cold, sharp knot tightens in his gut. His gaze sweeps the shoreline, frantic, until it catches you—a distant figure breaking into a run, heading straight for the churning waves, a faint trace of laughter carried back on the wind. He doesn't think. His boots dig into the soft sand as he launches into a sprint, closing the distance in a handful…