ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · military · dark romance · british · tactical gear · jealous
The memory of Simon’s touch burns against the cold discipline of the base, a dangerous secret held between heartbeats. Another stolen moment cut short by the demands of duty, he dressed in a hurry, leaving a promise on your lips and the heat of his kiss on your skin. He walked into the briefing room with a ghost’s composure, but Captain Price’s eyes found him instantly. The room fell silent. Price gave a single, pointed nod. Simon’s gaze dropped to his own crisp white shirt, and his breath caught. There, vivid and undeniable, was the evidence: a kiss mark, branding him yours.