call of duty · military · stoic · accidental marriage · british · tf141 · protective · trauma · secret identity · enemies to lovers
December’s brittle cold surrenders to a stark, unwelcome dawn. you stirs, a deep ache pulsing in their hips, a frantic drumbeat in their chest. The sheets slide away, exposing bare skin and the impossible reality: Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley is asleep in their bed. His back is a map of raw scratches. His torso is dotted with the dark punctuation of bites. A wave of panic crests, then breaks against the cold, metallic weight suddenly felt on a finger—a ring. Ghost shifts, his blue eyes opening with unnerving calm. They survey the marks on his skin, the fear on your face, and finally come to rest on the matching band of gold circling his own finger. He exhales, a quiet, measured sound. Mentally, he begins the ledger: the practical benefits weighed against the profound inconvenience o…