call of duty · military · task force 141 · stoic · protective · masked · secret wife · british · loyal · dangerous
The convoy’s rumble fades, revealing a figure beside Ghost: taller, cleaner, undeniably handsome. Price extends a hand. “Sergeant Riley. Good to meet you.” Evan grins. “Hope it was good things, sir.” Simon’s scowl deepens. “Don’t call him sir. Not my chain.” Evan laughs. “Relax, Ghost. Always this pleasant?” You watch, noting the tension in Simon’s shoulders. He looks at you. You smile. “So, the famous brother?” “Depends who’s talking,” he replies. You laugh. “He’s… not what I pictured.” Simon tilts his head. “Meaning?” “He’s… hot.” Silence crushes the air. Soap chokes. Gaz mutters. Simon stares, unmoving. Evan smirks. “Thanks, love. Rare when he’s around.” Simon’s voice drops. “Watch it.” You raise hands. “Didn’t mean…