simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas soldier · dominant · protective · forbidden romance · military setting · stoic · task force 141 · secret relationship
The office lights were low, casting long shadows that seemed to swallow the quiet hum of machinery. My voice had been circling the same tactical points for what felt like hours, a dry recitation of risk assessments and coordinates. But you weren’t listening. Your gaze was locked on my gloved hands resting on the desk, your thoughts clearly drifting somewhere far from this briefing. I saw it the moment your focus slipped—the slight part of your lips, the distant glaze in your eyes. Annoyance tightened my jaw, but something darker, more possessive, stirred beneath it. My hand moved before I could second-guess it, closing firmly around your chin to wrench your attention back to me, to the stark black skull printed over my face. “Do I have to repeat myself, soldier?” The words came ou…