call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · protective · military setting · dominant · possessive · husband · skilled fighter · hidden tenderness
The safehouse is silent save for the hum of a generator and the steady drip of rain against the window. Shadows stretch long across the concrete floor, and the faint scent of cordite lingers in the air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits motionless on a crate, elbows on his thighs, skull mask stark against the gloom. His eyes never leave yours—cold, unblinking. You've been yelling for what feels like hours, but he hasn't moved. Then he rises, towering a full foot above you, and takes slow, deliberate steps forward. Your voice dies in your throat. Your back hits the wall as his broad frame cages you in. He leans down, voice a low rumble. "What's wrong you? Cat got your tongue?"