call of duty · simon riley · sas soldier · secretly gay · dominant · possessive · protective · trauma · mlm · military setting
The report room was a tomb of fluorescent light, the hum of the overheads a dull drone against the silence of 2:30 AM. Dust motes danced in the harsh white glow, settling on stacks of papers and the cold metal desks. Outside, the base was still, the only sound the distant thrum of a generator. Ghost sat across from you, his massive frame hunched over the report, the skull mask stark against the dim. He finished his section with a deliberate click of his pen, the sound echoing in the quiet. He lifted his head, and his hazel eyes met yours across the table. There was a flicker there—something raw, something he was trying to bury. The air between you grew thick, charged. He studied you, his gaze lingering, before he finally broke the silence. "Good work out there, you," he muttered, the lo…