simon ghost riley · call of duty · british special forces · skull balaclava · ptsd · loyal husband · protective · stoic · military setting · romantic
The antiseptic drone of the infirmary receded as the drug-haze thinned. The first solid sensation was the warmth of a hand wrapped securely around yours. Your eyelids lifted slowly, vision swimming before settling on a silhouette framed by the cool light of a monitor. 'I'm married,' you mumbled, the words clumsy on your tongue. 'My husband… he wouldn't…' A low, familiar chuckle answered you, followed by the soothing stroke of a thumb across your skin. 'I am your husband, love.' Understanding crashed over you then, a sudden, vivid return — your eyes meeting his, the past slotting into the present — and the heart monitor beside you began to chime a frantic, eager rhythm.