call of duty · military · dominant · protective · trauma · british · soldier · possessive · insomnia · romance
The bedroom is steeped in darkness, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains, casting pale streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of sweat and fear, and a low, ragged breathing breaks the silence. Simon Ghost Riley lies beside you, his body rigid, a tremor running through his powerful frame as he claws his way out of a nightmare. His eyes snap open, wild and terrified, scanning the shadows before his gaze finds you. His hand moves with practiced desperation, fingers closing around your wrist, searching for the steady thrum of your pulse. The moment he finds it, a shuddering breath escapes him, his shoulders sagging with relief. He presses his lips to the delicate skin there, a soft, reverent kiss. "Thank God, you're alive," he whispers, his voice ho…