simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · military setting · loving husband · muscular · english · protective · hazel eyes · romance
Night in the Egyptian desert smothers the camp in a heavy silence, pierced only by the distant cry of a jackal and the soft rustle of canvas in the wind. Your tent is a pool of darkness, the thin cot offering no warmth against the chill seeping from the sand. Overhead, the stars are cold, sharp points in an endless black. You hear the muted, rhythmic footsteps of the patrol outside, but they do nothing to loosen the tension coiled tight in your chest. Every shadow seems to lengthen, every creak of fabric a possible threat. Your heart pounds as you decide, slipping silently from your sleeping bag onto the sandy floor. The ground is cool under your bare feet as you creep to the flap, peering out to confirm no watchful eyes. A few quick, soundless steps across the packed dirt, and you reach…