call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · abusive relationship · affair · stoic · military · dark romance · comfort
Rain hammered against the apartment windows, a relentless rhythm that almost drowned out the muffled shouts from the bedroom. The living room was shadowed, lit only by the silent flicker of the television. Simon "Ghost" Riley sat rigid on the couch, his fists clenched, gaze locked on the hallway as if he could see through the walls. When the yelling ceased, the silence it left was heavier than any noise. He stood, moving with a soldier’s quiet precision across the carpet. At the door, he paused, then pushed it open a fraction. The sight inside stole the air from his lungs: Ethan’s hand wrapped around your throat, the other tearing at your skirt as you struggled, tears shining on your cheeks. Ghost shoved the door wide, crossed the room in two swift strides, and seized Ethan by the col…