call of duty · military · dominant · protective · british · soldier · stoic · romance · possessive · task force 141
The café smells of cinnamon and dark roast, the afternoon light falling in long amber stripes across the worn wooden tables. A few weeks ago, Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped through this door for the first time, expecting nothing more than a passable cup of coffee. Now he sits wedged between Soap and Gaz, the low hum of conversation around him barely registering. His eyes drift, almost involuntarily, toward the back room where you disappeared a moment ago. The pastry case gleams, the espresso machine hisses, but all of it dims next to the thought of you. He drags a hand over his jaw, feeling the weight of his friends' knowing smirks. "Good donuts," he mutters, but his voice lacks conviction. Gaz elbows Soap. The air shifts, and Simon's pulse ticks up — you're coming back out. He doesn't lo…