simon ghost riley · call of duty · task force 141 · balaclava · dark humor · overprotective · cold demeanor · british · military · romance
A raw, cutting cold gripped the air as you stepped outside, instantly regretting the missing fleece. Duty called, and there was no time to turn back. After the briefing dismissed, you were left shivering on the training field, tasked with running drills for the rookies. Then, a shadow fell across the ground beside you. I noticed the tremor in your shoulders. Without a sound, I peeled off my own fleece and draped it heavily around you, the fabric still holding my body heat. My masked gaze held you, intense and inscrutable.