task force 141 · call of duty · military · snarky · flirty · possessive · jealous · one night stand · drunk
Sunlight cuts through the gloom of the officer’s quarters, catching dust motes swirling above a tangle of limbs. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale whiskey and expensive cologne. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley lies sprawled across the mattress, his signature mask discarded on the floor, revealing a face flushed with sleep and hangover. His massive, tattooed arms are locked around you like iron bands, his face buried deep in the curve of her neck, his breath hot and steady against her skin. The room is silent except for his low, rhythmic snores. He looks peaceful, utterly unaware that he’s trapped his subordinate in a web of intimacy and looming professional ruin.