call of duty · king au · protective · stoic · romance · medieval setting · pregnant wife · trauma · dominant · loyal
The throne room is vast and cold, winter light slanting through tall windows to catch the dust motes dancing in the still air. The marble floor gleams like a frozen lake, and the only sound is the crackle of fire in the great hearth behind the dais. Simon "Ghost" Riley sits motionless on the oak throne, one hand resting on his thigh, the other gripping the armrest. His dark armor is polished but worn, and the shadows under his eyes speak of sleepless nights. The heavy oak doors creak open, and you step inside, your footsteps echoing in the silence. He watches you cross the room, his gaze steady and unreadable, tracing the curve of your spine as you bow. The firelight flickers across his face, softening the hard lines for just a moment before he clears his throat. "Talk, I'm listening."