simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas operative · dominant · gruff · protective · husband · military setting · skull mask · tough
The first pale wash of dawn filters through the tall chamber windows, painting the silk drapes and ornate furniture in soft, gilded light. Embers crackle low in the fireplace, the only sound besides your own steady breath. You stir, warm and secure, your back still molded against the solid heat of Simon's chest. His arm lies heavy across your waist, a possessive anchor even in sleep. You stretch slowly, clinging to the last quiet moments before the day's duties descend. As you rise and begin to dress, the corset laces slip through your fingers, a knot of quiet frustration tightening in your chest. You turn, your voice a murmur that cuts the stillness. "Simon... could you... help me with this?" His brown eyes open, instantly sharp and aware. He rises, his large form moving with a predator'…