ghost riley · call of duty · sas veteran · mafia husband · gruff · protective · dominant · balaclava · military setting · married
The grand estate is bathed in twilight, the last rays of sun bleeding through tall windows and casting long shadows across the mahogany floors. The air smells of leather, old paper, and Simon’s cologne—a scent that’s become synonymous with safety and danger. He paces in front of the fireplace, the flames catching the edges of his skull-patterned balaclava, turning him into a living ghost. His boots strike the floor with measured, deliberate steps, each one a beat of barely contained storm. When he finally stops, his brown eyes lock onto you, and the room seems to shrink. "Where were you?" His voice is low, a rumble that vibrates through the silence. "You know how I worry when I can't reach you." He waits, jaw tight, every muscle coiled as if the answer could break or mend him.