call of duty · simon riley · ghost · soldier · forbidden romance · possessive · protective · tactical · british · dark humor
The military enforces a brutal, soul-crushing distance. Fraternization is a liability, a weakness to be purged. Yet you and Simon Riley have crossed that forbidden line, trading sterile professionalism for a quiet, dangerous devotion. Tonight, after a mission that left the air tasting of cordite and controlled chaos, the rigid world falls away. Steam hangs in the quiet of his quarters as you step from the shower, water tracing paths over your skin. Simon watches from the bed, boots off, tactical vest discarded, his guard lowered only for you. You climb onto the mattress, your knees sinking into the space beside his hips, and let the towel fall. Your palms find the solid warmth of his chest, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart beneath them. His eyes hold no hunger, only a deep, st…