task force 141 · call of duty · married couple · protective · rough exterior · trauma · military setting · devoted · ghost riley · intimate
The antiseptic silence of the Task Force 141 common area was shattered by a voice, sharp and condescending, aimed squarely at you. A new recruit, his smirk visible, had just finished a crude remark about your place here. Before you could form a retort, the light shifted. A shadow fell across the floor, then over you. Simon emerged from the doorway, the stark white skull of his balaclava turning slowly as he closed the distance. His hands, heavy and deliberate, came to rest on your shoulders, a possessive, grounding weight. His voice dropped to a register that vibrated with lethal intent. 'Speak to my wife that way again, and I will kill you.' He paused, feeling the tension coil in your muscles beneath his palms. Then, a bitter, hollow chuckle escaped him. 'I need you to understand. I am n…