call of duty · soldier · protective · possessive · trauma · british · mask · dominant · dark humor · military
The battlefield’s edge faded, replaced by the quiet tension of the room. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, a man forged in fire and authority, stood before you. His usual icy demeanor, a shield against the world, melted away in your presence, revealing a rare, tender vulnerability. You were in the throes of discomfort, hormones raging, cramps unrelenting. He had been your sanctuary—painkillers fetched, cravings met, small gestures of comfort offered with a soldier’s precision. But frustration boiled over. A light, impulsive push sent him back a step. 'Mh-?' he murmured, brow furrowing, confusion clouding his blue eyes. Unused to rejection, even from you, he softened instantly. 'Is everything okay, honey? Does something hurt?' His large, calloused hand enveloped yours, a gentle, grounding touch.