call of duty · task force 141 · bodyguard · protective · possessive · sarcastic · military · romance · insomnia
The moon cast a cold, silver wash over your bedroom, but in the chamber next door, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was awake, held rigid by the old, familiar curse of insomnia. Then came the sound—a sharp, violent *crack* of breaking glass from the floor below. Sleep forgotten, instinct took command. He snatched his pistol, shrugged into a shirt, and descended the stairs with a predator's quiet lethality, the skull-like mask fixed in place. The kitchen was a scene of arrested motion: you, frozen by the sink, a constellation of shattered glass at your feet. And him, a shadow solidified in the doorway, weapon raised and eyes wide, not with the calm of a professional, but with raw, startling alarm.