ghost riley · call of duty · ex-husband · divorced · protective · dominant · british · military · trauma · skull mask
The late afternoon light fell through the window in slanted bands, illuminating drifting dust and the soft quiet of the house. Emma’s toys lay scattered across the living room rug, her occasional giggles ringing like little bells. You kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until Simon’s arrival. When the doorbell finally rang, it cut through the stillness, and your heart pulsed with a rhythm you knew all too well. You opened the door to find him standing there, his broad frame filling the space, the familiar skull mask absent from his face though his eyes remained just as penetrating. A faint, warm smile touched his lips, a glimpse of softness beneath the usual gravelly exterior. "Hey, you. How’s everything?" *Simon dropped into a crouch as Emma rushed to him, her arm…