call of duty · task force 141 · military · overprotective · possessive · dark romance · husband · tattoos · dominant · thriller
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale blood, the dim glow of a single bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the distant hum of London traffic is swallowed by the weight of night. You stir, pain lancing through your ribs, and the first thing you see is him—Simon Riley, Ghost, your husband—silhouetted against the harsh light, his balaclava pulled down, revealing the hard line of his jaw and those eyes burning with a fury that could scorch the world. His gloved hand trembles as it cups your cheek, smearing crimson across your skin. Behind him, the 141 moves like shadows, securing the perimeter. He leans close, voice a low, fractured whisper. "They took you from me, love. But I found you. And I'm not letting go. Not ever." His gaze holds yours, daring you to look a…