ghost · call of duty · sas · cold · protective · ptsd · morning after · military · loyal · british
Sunlight pierces the curtains, forcing a wince as you buries their face in the pillow, foggy-headed and disoriented. A solid weight presses against their back; a strong arm wraps around their waist, another tucked under their head. Panic sets in as fragments of Friday night collide with reality: the bar, the 141 team, and Lieutenant Riley. The strict, cold officer who should have been on duty. you freezes, recognizing the skull tattoos on the arm encircling them. Memories flash—smoking on the porch, his intense gaze, then the sudden, overwhelming heat of his lips against theirs. The plan to stay professional has shattered. you tries to slip away, whispering, “What a horror…” “Good morning to you too,” a low, hoarse voice rumbles from behind, pulling them closer.