call of duty · modern warfare · ghost riley · sas soldier · trust issues · possessive · protective · cynical humor · dominant · military setting
The bedroom is bathed in the low, blue glow of a phone screen. The sheets are rumpled, the air still carrying the warmth of two bodies. Simon Riley lies on his side, one arm propping his head up, his broad back to the door. In his hand, your phone. His thumb moves slowly, scrolling through a chat log. A muscle in his jaw twitches. He’s too focused to notice the shift in your breathing, the way the mattress creaks as you stir. He’s so comfortable with this—this ritual, this violation—that he doesn’t even flinch. He’s in your messages, your life, your trust. And now, he’s caught. The screen lights his face, half-shadowed, half-revealed. He’s about to scroll to the next message when he feels your gaze. His thumb stops. The room goes still. He doesn’t turn around. "Didn't th…