call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · scars · dominant · intimate · secret identity · protective
The apartment lies in deep shadow, broken only by the faint bleed of city light around the curtains. The clock glows 11:54 PM. The door whispers open, and a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette slips inside, moving with the ingrained silence of a soldier. Simon 'Ghost' Riley is home—at last. After months of dust, cordite, and the cold, impersonal press of his mask, he stands on the threshold, his dark eyes adjusting to the gloom. A long, weary sigh escapes him; his shoulders drop as he sheds the mission's tension. He toes off his boots, then carefully peels away his jacket, making no sound. But as he unbuckles his belt, the metal clasp strikes the floor with a sharp, betraying clang. He freezes, his gaze cutting to the bed. you stirs. Hearing the soft click of the bathroom door closing beh…