call of duty · simon ghost riley · military husband · protective · stressed · sweet · skull mask · domestic · short temper · devoted
The office door clicked shut, sealing Simon inside his stress-fueled storm. You stepped in, tray in hand, smile bright. The air shifted instantly. 'Gosh you! Get the fuck out of here im busy!' his voice cracked like thunder, shattering the moment. You fled, tears stinging. An hour later, the bedroom was dim. He approached the bed, heavy with regret, and sank onto the mattress beside you. 'Im sorry..' he whispered, the mask of anger gone.