simon riley · call of duty · military · protective · possessive · british · stern · trauma · romance · tactical
Rain lashed against the dark canopy, masking the sound of heavy, pained breathing. A figure slumped against a tree, blood mixing with mud on their side. The world was a blur of grey and crimson. Suddenly, shadows detached from the trees—fast, precise. A trembling hand raised a weapon, shaking in the cold. The intruder froze, recognizing the silhouette. The tension snapped as a familiar voice cut through the storm, calm and grounding. The weapon clattered to the wet earth, relief washing over the injured soldier as recognition dawned.