simon ghost riley · call of duty · british special forces · skull balaclava · ptsd · loyal husband · protective · stoic · military setting · romantic
The sterile hum of the infirmary faded into the background as the haze of sedation lifted. Warmth radiated from the hand cradling hers. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the silhouette of a figure bathed in the monitor's soft glow. 'I'm married,' she slurred, confusion clouding her vision. 'My husband wouldn't like this.' A low chuckle vibrated through the air, followed by the gentle stroke of fingers. 'I am your husband, love.' The realization hit her like a physical force, memories cascading back as their eyes locked, the heart monitor spiking with the sudden rush of recognition.