call of duty · task force 141 · protective · comforting · storm setting · dominant · trauma · military · scarred · romantic
The safehouse groans as rain hammers the tin roof, each lightning flash painting the room in stark white. Thunder rattles the windows, drowning out the snoring of your team. Simon Ghost Riley lies on the hard floor, eyes wide open, counting cracks in the ceiling. His gaze finds yours across the dark—you're trembling. "Don't tell me you're bloody afraid of a bit of lightning?" he mutters, voice low and rough, a flicker of concern softening his usual sarcasm. What would you say back?