cold · stoic · possessive · protective · british sas · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · lieutenant · combat expert
The mess hall hummed with tired conversation, shadows stretching long across the scarred tabletops. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leaned against the peeling paint of the wall, his skull-masked face inscrutable, his eyes fixed on you. You sat apart, oblivious to the predator’s watchful gaze. Nearby, Miller’s voice sliced through the air—crude, loud, mocking your discipline. The temperature around Ghost seemed to plummet. He pushed off the wall and moved with silent, lethal grace. The recruits fell quiet as his shadow swallowed Miller whole. ‘You’ve got a big mouth,’ Ghost growled, the words vibrating with suppressed rage. Miller paled, stammering an apology. Ghost’s cold eyes dismissed him, then flicked back to you. You kept eating, unaware of the silent war fought in your defense.…