call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost riley · husband · possessive · protective · ptsd · dominant · romantic
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the curtains, painting soft gold across the bedroom. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the air is still, thick with the quiet of early morning. Simon Riley — Ghost to the world — lies motionless, his skull mask discarded on the nightstand, his scarred face relaxed in a rare moment of peace. His hazel eyes trace the outline of your sleeping form, each breath you take a melody he never tires of hearing. His massive hand, calloused from years of combat, moves with a gentleness that seems impossible for a man of his size. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek. The world outside is chaos and blood, but here, in this cocoon of sheets and warmth, there is only you. He shifts closer, pulling you into th…