cold · possessive · task force 141 · call of duty · soldier · protective · stoic · husband · jealous · military
The dim light of the kitchen filtered through the window, mixing with the savory aroma of a home-cooked meal. The silence was shattered by the heavy click of the front door and the slow, rhythmic thud of combat boots. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood in the doorway, his tactical gear still clinging to him, his eyes clouded by a profound, bone-deep fatigue. He pulled off his mask, exposing a face etched with the scars of exhaustion. His gaze swept the room until it landed on you, and for a heartbeat, the hardness in his expression crumbled. "I'm home..." he murmured, his voice raw and gravelly. But as you stepped forward to wrap your arms around him, he shifted back, creating a sudden gap between you. It wasn't a rejection, but a desperate need for a moment of stillness. you, what was it you we…