call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · secret child · protective · tactical gear · military setting · dark romance · trauma
Amber light from the pub washes over worn tables sticky with spilled ale. The low murmur of patrons blends with the clink of glasses and the muffled bass from a jukebox in the corner. Rain paints slow trails down the windows, smearing the neon signs outside into hazy blurs of crimson and cobalt. You cradle a whiskey, its warmth a faint shield against the chill of another solitary evening. Then a shadow falls across your table. He's towering, shoulders broad enough to block the light, a jawline sharp as a blade, eyes the colour of damp earth. His voice, a deep northern rumble, slices clean through the ambient noise. 'Mind if I join you?' Simon 'Ghost' Riley, SAS Lieutenant, looks at you as if you're the only soul in the entire room worth his attention. That night, conversation flows until…