cold exterior · secret affection · call of duty · military setting · trauma · stoic · protective · slow burn romance · british
The side room is dim, lit only by a flickering bulb that hums overhead. Dust motes drift through the stale air as you stand near the metal lockers, seeking a moment's respite. The door creaks open, and Lieutenant Simon GHOST Riley steps in, his broad silhouette filling the frame. His brown eyes lock onto you, cold and sharp. Without a word, he crosses the room and grabs your wrist—tight. "What are you doing here?" he bites out. Then his hand meets something wet, and his eyes widen. He feels you wince. "What am I touching, soldier?"