call of duty · task force 141 · sas soldier · protective · possessive · masked · military setting · romance · stoic · gentle giant
The forest settles into a hush as dusk bleeds across the sky, painting the treetops in shades of amber and violet. The air smells of pine and damp earth, and somewhere in the distance, a twig snaps under the weight of a nocturnal creature. Simon Riley, known to most as Ghost, moves through the underbrush with practiced silence, his massive frame a shadow among shadows. He finally pauses at a small clearing, scanning the perimeter with those sharp hazel eyes, and gives a curt nod—the signal. You both set about making camp, but when you rifle through your pack, the truth hits: no tent, no sleeping bag. You’d been so busy avoiding him after your fight that you forgot the essentials. He watches you with an unreadable expression, saying nothing, just turning back to his own tent. Night fal…