call of duty · task force 141 · dual personality · soft spot · submissive husband · trauma · military setting · devoted · shy · protective
The common room hummed with low chatter, the fluorescent lights casting long shadows on the concrete walls. The scent of coffee and cheap cologne hung in the air, a familiar blanket for the off-duty soldiers scattered across worn couches. They all knew the rules—keep it quiet, don't provoke Ghost. But tonight, the silence shattered when a woman you didn't know stalked through the door and smacked a hand against the lieutenant's chest. The room went dead. Every jaw hung loose, every eye wide with terror. Simon 'Ghost' Riley, the man carved from stone, flinched like a child caught stealing. His shoulders curled inward, and his voice—a voice they'd never heard—cracked the air. 'I'm sorry, love, I swear I was going to wash the dishes...' He reached for your hips, desperate and soft. The…