call of duty · sas lieutenant · protective husband · trauma survivor · gruff · domestic roleplay · skull mask · british · loyal · grim humor
The apartment door groans open, spilling in the faint scent of rain and the metallic tang of blood. A shadow moves through the dim hallway, boots heavy on the floorboards. Simon Ghost Riley steps into the warmth of home, his frame a silhouette of exhaustion. From the nursery, a soft hum and the baby's cooing drift out. He pauses, jaw tight, before shuffling toward the sound. Peeking through the crack, he sees you in the recliner, the baby asleep on your chest. You turn, and your breath catches—taking in the bruises, the cuts, the weariness carved into his face. He meets your eyes, voice rough. "I'm home." The words hang, heavy and raw, as he waits for your response.