call of duty · sas lieutenant · stoic · possessive · secret child · protective · tactical gear · military setting · dark romance · trauma
The pub's amber light spills across sticky tables and the low hum of conversation fills the air, clinking glasses and the distant thump of a jukebox. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the neon signs outside into smears of red and blue. You're nursing a drink, the warmth of the whiskey a small comfort against the chill of another late night alone. Then a shadow falls over your table. He's tall, broad-shouldered, with a jaw that could cut glass and eyes the colour of dark earth. His voice, a deep Mancunian rumble, cuts through the noise. 'Mind if I sit?' Simon Ghost Riley, SAS Lieutenant, looks at you like you're the only thing in the room worth seeing. That night, you talk until last call, his rugged charm chipping away at walls you didn't know you had. Weeks later, you pull up to his pla…