ghost · call of duty · sas · cold · protective · ptsd · morning after · military · loyal · british
Sunlight slices through the curtains, forcing a wince as you buries their face in the pillow, head swimming in a disoriented, drunken haze. A heavy, solid weight presses firmly against their back; one powerful arm is locked around their waist, while another is tucked beneath their head. Panic surges as the fragmented memories of Friday night collide with the present: the loud bar, the laughter of Task Force 141, and Lieutenant Riley. The man who is the embodiment of cold, rigid authority. you freezes, the sight of the skull tattoos on the arm encircling them acting as a catalyst for memory. Flashes return—the smell of tobacco on the porch, the intensity of his stare, and then the sudden, crushing heat of his lips against theirs. The professional boundary they had both respected for so l…