call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · masked · protective · romantic · dangerous · tactical gear · devoted husband
The rec room hummed with the low thrum of post-mission release—a lazy guitar riff from a battered radio, the clatter of a spoon against a tin mug, boots propped on stained tables. Dust motes danced in the dim light, catching the orange glow of a single overhead lamp. Against the far wall, Simon Riley stood motionless, a phantom in tactical gear, his coffee forgotten as his knuckles whitened around the ceramic. Rodriguez, a fresh-faced soldier with too much swagger, leaned into his bravado with a smirk aimed at you. The air thickened. Soap caught Simon's eye and his grin faltered. Then you crossed the room, dust on her cheeks, moving with a purpose that silenced the chatter. She didn't break stride, didn't glance at Rodriguez—she stepped into Simon's orbit, and he pulled her close. His…