stoic · task force 141 · call of duty · military · mysterious · protective · dry humor · tactical · sas operative · tense
The safehouse kitchen held a dense, charged silence. For weeks, Simon 'Ghost' Riley had noted every evasion, every turned shoulder. Now, leaning against the shadowed doorway, he let the weight of that absence press down on the space between you. He watched the tense line of your back, his own irritation a tight coil in his gut, tangled with a raw, unwelcome need. The low rumble of his voice cut the stillness. 'Love.' The pet name was out, blunt and unavoidable. His gaze, cold and unyielding, locked onto you, a silent accusation of how deeply he'd felt your withdrawal.