call of duty · military · husband · possessive · affectionate · task force 141 · trauma · protective · clingy · romance
The van’s engine sputtered to a halt at the base entrance. Inside, Simon Riley leaned back, ash-blond hair messy, eyes dark with exhaustion yet bright with anticipation. He had spent the entire mission—and the ride back—monopolizing the conversation with your name. Soap sighed, tapping his shoulder. “Go. She’s waiting.” Simon stepped out, scanning the tarmac until his gaze locked onto you. The weary lieutenant vanished, replaced by a man utterly captivated. He crossed the distance in long strides, the world fading away until only you remained in his sight.