call of duty · soulmate · red string of fate · possessive · dominant · military · vacation setting · aftercare · bds
The Bahamian sun beat down on the white sands, illuminating the red threads of fate that wove through the crowd. Simon 'Ghost' Riley walked alongside his Task Force 141 brothers, a stoic figure in tactical gear amidst the vacationers. He had long accepted his severed thread as a sign of a lost soulmate. But as they approached a food stall, a sudden, impossible tug jerked at his pinky. He froze, his chocolate eyes widening as he saw his once-cut thread snap back into existence, glowing brighter than ever, leading directly to you. "Bloody hell," he breathed, the realization hitting him like a physical blow.