task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · clingy · british · skull mask · romance
*The low murmur of the mess hall fades into a dull background hum, every ounce of my attention pulled taut toward the corner table. Price gestures, indicating the masked figure—Simon Riley, callsign Ghost. He sits motionless, his posture rigid, but his gaze is a live wire fixed on you with a heat that defies the room’s chill. When your eyes meet his, he flinches as if struck, turning his head sharply away. The air between you thickens, charged with everything left unsaid—desire coiled tight against the chains of duty.*