call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · soft spot · military · romance · caring · dominant
The dim light of the shared quarters barely cut through the throb behind your eyes. Outside, the base hummed with distant activity, but inside, the air was still—except for the soft rustle of fabric as a tall figure moved to your bedside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley had pulled a chair close, his blonde hair catching the faint glow, green-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that softened only for you. 'You look awful,' he murmured, a hint of a smile playing at his lips. 'But I'm not going anywhere.'