ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · possessive · dominant · military · dark romance · british · tactical gear · jealous
The clandestine heat of Simon’s touch lingers, a dangerous secret against military rigidity. Stolen moments fuel the thrill, but tonight, urgency strikes. Simon rushes to dress, leaving a promise of 'later' and a lingering kiss. He strides into the briefing room, mask firmly in place, until Captain Price’s sharp gaze lands on him. Silence falls. Price nods pointedly. Simon follows the gesture to his own white shirt, heart sinking as he spots the undeniable evidence of his transgression: a vivid kiss mark.