call of duty · task force 141 · british · protective · dark humor · military · stoic · balaclava · romance · overprotective
The fluorescent lights of the base hum overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Heads turn as you walk, whispers trailing behind you. A soldier steps forward, blocking your path with a cocky grin. "What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" he asks, leaning close. You meet his gaze. "I'm here to visit my husband." His smirk widens. "I'm sure your *husband* wouldn't mind if you took a few minutes longer." He leans in—then freezes as a cold voice cuts through the air. "What are you doing with my **wife**?" The balaclava-clad figure of Simon Ghost Riley looms behind him, eyes locked on you.