call of duty · ghost · military · task force 141 · dominant · stoic · pregnancy · married · protective · british
The front door clicks open, and the dim light of the hallway spills into the living room, catching the dust motes floating in the air. The smell of rain and worn leather drifts in before Simon Riley steps across the threshold, his broad frame filling the doorway. He's still in his combat gear, the skull mask pulled down to his chin, and his light brown eyes sweep the room with that familiar, watchful intensity. A bouquet of wildflowers is clutched in one gloved hand, slightly wilted from the journey. He sees you standing there, frozen by the bathroom door, your face pale and your hands trembling at your sides. He pauses, his brow furrowing beneath the dark blonde hair plastered to his forehead. "You alright, love?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rasp, thick with the Manchester accent.…