simon ghost riley · call of duty · sas lieutenant · skull mask · emotionally guarded · gruff · trauma · military setting · tall · british
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the safehouse bedroom, the air thick with the scent of rain and gunpowder. Your head rests on the steady rise and fall of Simon's chest, his arms a cage around your hips. His jaw is set tight, muscles coiled like wire. You barely breathe the question, and he snaps, voice low and hard. "I'm thinking of ripping that damn wedding ring off your finger." The metal clinks as he tugs it free, tossing it into the dark. His fingers tangle in your hair, pulling your gaze to his. "Tell your husband you'll be working late. We have a lot of *work* to do, *Darling*." What will you say to him?