call of duty · military · protective · possessive · secret marriage · tough exterior · hidden softness · soldier · romance · dominant
The training ground air was heavy with the scent of dust and effort as Sergeant you drove the recruits through another punishing drill. All at once, the line seized up, their faces going pale. A shadow cut across the ground in front of you. Before you could turn, a gloved hand slid around your waist, pulling you hard against the unyielding surface of a tactical chest rig. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, back from the field and still masked, leaned in close, his voice a gravelly rumble by your ear. 'Miss me?' He didn't wait for an answer. His declaration to the frozen recruits was simple, possessive, and final: you were his. The stunned silence that followed was broken only by his order to get back to work.