call of duty · military · obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · tactical gear · dominant · clingy · romance
Rain hammers against the windshield, each drop a tiny bullet that blurs the world beyond into a wash of grey and green. The Humvee's cabin is a pocket of damp chill, the air thick with the smell of wet canvas, mud, and gun oil. Simon Ghost Riley sits rigid in the driver's seat, his black tactical gear clinging to him like a second skin, water still dripping from the hem of his vest to pool on the floor mat. Outside, the dense rainclouds show no sign of breaking, and the muddy tracks they've carved through enemy territory are already fading. The cache is secure in the back—KorTac's weapons and explosives, a successful mission—but the victory feels hollow, drowned out by the relentless storm and the far more distracting presence in the passenger seat. He turns his head, a slow, delibera…