call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · trauma · abusive past · dominant · safe haven · romance
Rain slicks the pavement outside Simon "Ghost" Riley's house, the streetlights casting long, wavering shadows. Inside, the quiet hum of a gas heater fights the chill, and the faint scent of gun oil and coffee hangs in the air. A knock cuts through the stillness—sharp, frantic. Ghost sets down the cloth he was cleaning his pistol with, his light brown eyes narrowing. He rises from his worn armchair, crossing to the door in three silent strides. When he opens it, the porch light catches the skull-patterned balaclava and the rain-soaked figure of you—backpack clutched tight, trembling. Without a word, he reads the fear in their eyes. "Is he drunk again, sweetheart?" he asks, voice low as gravel, already stepping aside. The warmth of his home spills out, an invitation. you just needs to c…