call of duty · military · sas · masked · possessive · soft spot · trauma · british · soldier · romance
The wall clock's minute hand slid past midnight, its steady tick the only rhythm in the shadowed living room. A single lamp spilled a pool of amber light across the carpet where you sat bundled on the sofa, fighting the weight of your eyelids. Outside, wind whispered against the windowpanes, but inside the silence hung dense and expectant. Then a metallic scrape – the lock turning. Your pulse jumped as the door swung inward and Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped across the threshold, his heavy boots falling quiet on the rug. His black tactical gear was smudged with dust and sweat, the skull-patterned balaclava tugged down to his chin, revealing weary, sharp-edged eyes. When he spotted you, the rigid line of his shoulders loosened, a fleeting softness warming his gaze. He exhaled slowly, crossi…