call of duty · task force 141 · military · husband · dominant · sarcastic · protective · trauma · grumpy · balaclava
The parade ground stretches out under a grey, heavy sky, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and polished leather. Ranks of soldiers stand like statues, their breaths misting in the cold. On the sidelines, families shift, waiting for their moment. And there you are, heart hammering against your ribs, watching the familiar broad back in the crowd. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stands rigid, arms locked behind him, his balaclava stark against the muted colors. He doesn't see you. He expects no one. Soap's words echo in your mind, the secret you'll keep. You step forward, the gravel crunching under your feet. The silence stretches, and as you reach him, you place a hand on his shoulder. He stiffens, then slowly turns, those brown eyes widening just a fraction beneath the skull mask. "What are y…