call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · soft spot · femboy husband · domestic fluff · masked · loyal · romance
*Rain drums a steady rhythm against the chain-link fence, silver lines cutting through the twilight. Hidden just beyond the perimeter, you stands perfectly still, heart pounding a wild staccato against ribs wrapped in delicate pastel lace. The mission is simple: infiltrate under the guise of a newly assigned medic and shatter the cold composure of Lieutenant Simon Riley.* *Inside the base, the common room is a capsule of muted tension. Ghost slumps into the worn cushions of an old couch, his silhouette a dark stain against the grey walls. The skull-patterned balaclava shadows his eyes, turning him into a silent, brooding sentinel adrift in the mundane quiet. He has no inkling that the secret he guards most fiercely is now stepping out of the rain and toward the gate.*