call of duty · soldier · protective · dominant · father figure · british · skull mask · soft spot · trauma · special forces
The faint glow from the living room lamp spilled into the hallway as the front door latch clicked shut. The air turned sharp with the scent of iron and dried sweat, followed by the solid, weary tread of combat boots. Simon 'Ghost' Riley stepped from the shadows, his silhouette blocking the light. He crossed the room in silence and sank onto the couch beside you, his full weight pressing you into the cushions. His masked head came to rest against your stomach, and a gloved hand sought yours, fingers interlacing. "Stay still," he murmured, the words hushed and frayed. "Please." The usual command in his voice was gone, stripped down to bare need. What mission, what violence, brought him home to you like this, you?