call of duty · military · protective · possessive · silent · masked · scars · intense · dangerous romance
Smoke drifted like a grey shroud through the rubble, the setting sun barely managing to tinge the floating dust with orange. The whistle of bullets had faded to distant echoes, but the heart of the battle still pulsed in that hollow of shattered walls. Simon "Ghost" Riley pressed a hand against the splintered concrete, his breath heavy against the torn mask that revealed the line of his bloodied jaw. His dark eyes, cold and sharp, fixed on you with an intensity that left no room for error. He'd dragged her into that recess when a burst of gunfire almost caught her, and now there was no distance left between them. you's body was against the wall, her weapon trembling in her grip, aimed at his chest. He didn't step back. Instead, he leaned forward, feeling the cold metal of the pistol press…