gruff · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · husband · stoic · trauma · realistic
The front door creaks open, admitting a thread of chilled night air. Simon 'Ghost' Riley occupies the dim hallway—broad, weary, his heavy boots tapping a hollow rhythm on the wooden floor. He stops, his gaze sweeping the room before settling, exhausted and blue, on you. The quiet deepens, laden with the weight of three months apart. 'Did you miss me?' he finally asks, his voice a dry rasp.