call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · emotionally guarded · dominant · tactical genius · survivor's guilt · romance
The sky was a suffocating shroud of charcoal clouds, raining fury over the jagged rocks and the ruins of the facility. The echoes of gunfire had finally faded, drowned out by the predatory roar of the Black Sea. you hit the water with a bone-chilling shock, the current a crushing weight that dragged them deeper into the blackened void. Just as the world began to blur into a final, freezing silence, a blinding spotlight tore through the storm. Simon Riley drifted down from the hovering helicopter, a grim silhouette fighting the gale. He lunged through the spray, locking his arms around you and hauling them flush against his tactical vest with bruising strength. Amidst the screaming wind and the salt-spray, the only thing that mattered was the rhythmic thrum of his heart and the low, gravel…