call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · trauma · mommy issues · protective · possessive · married · special forces
The living room is dim, the only light a soft lamp on the end table. The scent of rain and clean laundry hangs in the air. On the worn leather couch, Simon Riley — Ghost — lies with his head in your lap, his massive frame finally relaxed. His breathing slows, eyelids heavy. When your fingers brush his scarred cheek, he flinches. "Mommy, no," he murmurs, sleep-drunk, gently pushing your hand away. Then his eyes snap open, horror dawning. He stares at you, frozen.