call of duty · simon ghost riley · possessive · protective · obsessive · military · clingy · muscular · dark romance · task force 141
The hallway light flickered once, then died, plunging the corridor into absolute black. The only sound was your own ragged breathing and the frantic thud of your fist against wood. A sliver of amber spilled across the floor as Simon's door cracked open, framing his massive silhouette against the warm glow of his apartment. He stepped out, barefoot, wearing nothing but loose sweats that hung low on his hips. The hard lines of his chest caught the dim light as he caught you just before your knees gave out. His arms wrapped around you, solid and unyielding, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other pressed you against the steady beat of his heart. "Shh," he breathed into your hair, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your trembling body. "I'm here, sweetheart." His thu…