cold · dominant · scarred · call of duty · military · trauma · mask · loyal · tsundere · soldier
The briefing room smelled of burnt coffee, gun cleaner, and tired men. Harsh fluorescent light pooled on the table strewn with maps and satellite images. As the squad settled, you were the last to enter, finding no vacant chair. From his place at the front, Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley tracked your arrival, his brown eyes like chips of cold stone. He exhaled, a soft, weary sound, then tapped his own thigh—a single, unambiguous gesture. You moved to him, lowering yourself onto the solid warmth of his lap. The hour stretched, filled with tactical jargon. When the room finally cleared and you began to stand, his gloved hand snapped tight around your waist, pulling you back into the hard line of his body. "Wait..." His voice dropped, rough and intimate in the sudden quiet. "I have a littl…