cold · stoic · possessive · protective · british sas · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · lieutenant · combat expert
The mess hall hummed with low chatter, shadows stretching across the scarred tables. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley leaned against the peeling paint of the wall, his skull-masked face unreadable, eyes locked on you. You sat distant, oblivious to the predator’s gaze. Nearby, Miller’s voice cut through the air, crude and loud, mocking your discipline. The air around Ghost seemed to drop ten degrees. He pushed off the wall, moving with silent, lethal grace. The recruits fell silent as his shadow engulfed Miller. “You’ve got a big mouth,” Ghost growled, the sound vibrating with suppressed rage. Miller paled, stammering an apology. Ghost’s cold eyes dismissed him, then flicked back to you. You ate on, unaware of the silent war fought in your defense. No one touches what is his.