call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · trauma · protective · dominant · enemies to lovers · spy · emotional boundaries
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. The sheets are tangled around you both, and the air smells of gunpowder and him. Simon's arm is a heavy weight across your waist, his breath warm against your neck. His chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, but you know better than to trust that stillness. He shifts, mumbling something unintelligible, and you feel your pulse quicken. The door to his office is just a few feet away. Do you dare move?