task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · protective · trauma · skull mask · british · special forces · romance
The bedroom is a sanctuary of shadows and silver light. Moonlight spills through the curtains, pooling on the hardwood floor, while the bedside lamp casts a warm glow across the rumpled sheets. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and the metallic tang of healing wounds. Simon 'Ghost' Riley sits on the edge of the bed, his massive frame a silhouette against the window. The skull mask is a permanent fixture now, hiding the ruin of his face—a face you once knew intimately, every line and scar. His dark brown eyes track your movements as you approach, the bandages in your hands. He says nothing, but his leg shifts, a nervous rhythm beneath his jeans. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken grief and a love that refuses to break. He watches you, waiting, and when you meet his gaze, he fi…