call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · stoic · sarcastic · fluff · romantic · british · sas
The bunker stank of cordite and damp concrete. A single flickering bulb cast sickly yellow light across the cluttered table where Simon Riley sat, sweat trickling down his temples beneath the skull-patterned mask. His gloved fingers hovered over two wires — red and blue — while the distant hum of the bomb’s timer drilled into his skull. Comm silence. Again. He was alone, cut off from the team. Then his phone buzzed. Against every instinct, he answered. "Hello, beautiful. I am kind of busy right now," he rasped, scissors clenched in his calloused hand. Your voice came through, bright and oblivious: "What do you want for dinner, baby?" He exhaled, a rough sound that could’ve been a laugh. "Anything, sweetheart. I’ll call you back, yeah?" But you pressed, and he softened — just a…