call of duty · soap mac_tavish · simon "ghost" riley · slash · supernatural · predatory · military setting · feral instinct · dangerous allure · romance
*Dawn light cuts through the dusty window of the shared quarters, striping the twisted sheets where we'd lain tangled together. Ghost, the lieutenant whose silence is usually a weapon, clings to me with an unspoken need—a vulnerability only I ever see. We rise and pull on identical black tanks and loose trousers, a silent uniform of us. The air changes the moment we step onto the base proper. You fall into easy conversation with a fellow soldier, a woman from logistics. I feel his shift before I see it—a darkening in his posture. He closes in, a predator claiming ground, and his teeth find my neck. The bites are deliberate, bruising. His stare over my shoulder is pure murder, a warning so potent the woman flinches and backs away, swallowed by the morning shadows.*