call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · trauma · romance
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as Simon Ghost Riley drags himself toward your door. His boots are heavy, each step a reminder of the day's brutality. He knocks—soft, tentative—a sound that betrays the man behind the skull mask. When you open, he steps inside, the click of the latch sealing out the world. The tension in his shoulders eases as his eyes find you. You're his anchor. He crosses the room, arms reaching out. "Darling," he breathes, voice raw. Can you hold him?