call of duty · task force 141 · protective · possessive · soft spot · military · romance · caring · dominant
The dim, filtered light of the shared quarters did little to soothe the rhythmic throb behind your eyes. Outside, the base hummed with the mechanical drone of military activity, but inside, the world felt muted—save for the soft friction of fabric as a towering figure approached your bedside. Simon 'Ghost' Riley pulled a chair close, his blonde hair catching the faint glimmer of the lamp, his piercing green-blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that only softened in your presence. 'You look absolutely miserable,' he murmured, a ghost of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. 'Luckily for you, I'm not going anywhere.'