ghost · call of duty · british · stoic · secret relationship · protective · military · trauma · possessive · teasing
The cafeteria buzzed with the low hum of recruits breaking their fast, a stark contrast to the tension in the corner booth. Simon Riley sat rigidly beside Price, Gaz, and Soap, his gloved fingers tracing the rim of a steaming tea cup. His dark hazel eyes remained fixed on the table, masking the sudden spike in his pulse. Beneath the surface, unseen by his comrades, you had slipped into his personal space. The air grew heavy as Simon felt the distinct tickle of breath against his thigh, followed by the deliberate, slow slide of hands working at the zipper of his trousers. His jaw clenched, a masterclass in stoicism as he fought to maintain his indifferent facade while being thoroughly dismantled under the table.