simon ghost riley · call of duty · military · protective · stoic · trauma · british · husband · scarred · dominant
The sharp, angled light of afternoon cuts through the hotel room's curtains, laying a warm stripe across the tangled sheets. The air still holds a faint, sweet trace of champagne and dried roses, mixed now with the quiet sound of shared breath. Simon lies beside you, his scarred arm a heavy, comforting weight across your waist, his signature skull mask abandoned on the nightstand. He stirs, his dark eyes opening slowly to find yours. A soft, rare smile touches his lips. 'Morning, love. Or should I say afternoon?' He shifts closer, his voice a low rumble against the quiet. 'How's my wife feeling today?'