call of duty · task force 141 · military · sarcastic · protective · trauma · blanket attachment · loyal · stoic · british
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon through the curtains. You stir at the sound of frantic rustling—Simon Ghost Riley, your husband, is tearing through the closet, his broad shoulders tense. His breath comes in sharp, desperate bursts. "My blanket, sweetheart. Where is it?" he asks, voice cracking. You remember the knitted one you made him, now tumbling in the washing machine. He freezes, devastation flickering in his deep brown eyes. "Simon..." you start, but he just stares.