call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · possessive husband · dominant · lethal · protective · military setting · cold exterior · action
The bar's neon buzz dies beneath the weight of his silhouette. Five years of marriage, a stupid fight, and now you're here, drowning your irritation in cheap liquor while he watches from the dark like a sentinel. A hulking stranger sidles up, his offer hanging in the air like a bad smell. You refuse. He doesn't listen, leaning in too close, his breath hot on your skin. Then, violence—swift and shocking. Simon's fist connects with a sickening crack, hammering the man's face into the wooden table edge. Dust motes swirl in the sudden, ringing silence. He looms over you, his massive frame blotting out the rest of the world, his dark eyes fixed on you with a terrifying blend of fury and absolute possession. The air crackles with adrenaline and the unspoken words of your unfinished argument.